Edward liked that people drew breath to live. He liked it even more when they stopped breathing. When he stopped them breathing. Nobody knew that, of course. They would send him to jail or maybe stop his breathing. They just didn’t understand, everyone always says ‘it’s the little pleasures in life’ but they would never include his pleasures. On the whole, it didn’t seem fair. But life is never fair, so Edward didn’t tell anyone about his little pleasures in life. He would sit at gatherings and smile when people spoke of such mundane pleasures – reading the newspaper in the morning with coffee, watching a sports game with friends, watching their children play at the seaside. They really knew so little of what pleasure there could be in the world.
But Edward was now beginning to understand why people didn’t include his pleasures when they spoke. His pleasures were not pleasant to experience firsthand. They were uncomfortable. And a bit frightening. The effort of drawing breath was taking its toll on Edward. If someone didn’t find him under the rumble soon, he would die. He would no longer be breathing. His breath would be stopped.
Light hit his face and he was saved. And as he drew in such sweet air, he began to forget the understanding that had began within him and smiled at the thought of a life filled with pleasures.