She kicks and screams at the solid feeling of longing, of desire.
She struggles against it like the shore against the tide but it just acclimates.
Wrapping itself around her, enclosing about her randomly protruding limbs.
Engulfing her until every drop of air is squeezed from her lungs.
Only then will Life resuscitate her and allow Fate to strangle her once again.

Loosing all sense of equilibrium, her mind scatters.
She starts to panic, to dread. She looses composure and self-awareness.
All she can think of is the sweet taste of air, of the comfort every breath offers.
The thought that she may never savor it again is the terror trembling in her gut.