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In through my nose. The oxygen rushes into my lungs. The most necessary component to life. The air is cold at the beginning of my nostrils. But as it passes through my slightly above average temperature body, it too heats up. The air is the same temperature as my body by the time it enters my lungs. And I play a game with it. How slowly can I let it out. Because the slower the oxygen leaves my lungs, the better the experience is. It's like cherishing the last bite of your food. Turning one bite into twenty. Because in my game, I'm always hoping it is the last time. So each time, I let it out slower and slower. To the point where it has a chance to start a family in my lungs. But my selfish still releases all the air, ripping the family apart.