I inhaled, surprising myself in my ability to do so enough that I started coughing. The air was stale but cold, and it felt refreshing to my burning lungs. I opened my eyes and saw blurry reflections of myself reflected back at me. Sweat tainted the air and coated my body, chilling my skin in a flash. I shivered.
As I unzipped my tube tent, I tried to remember why I had stopped breathing. While the view from my sleeping bag was beautiful, it wasn't breathtaking, literally or otherwise.
Thinking back on the night, I could remember lose to the moment when I started to drift off to sleep, but could remember nothing of my dreams. That in itself was unusual.