At the thought, a breath of cold wind seemed to pass through Nothing.

The breath of the whole world seemed to be held in anticipation, waiting for him to speak.

Hold your breath and push seems to work on me.

Each breath he drew seemed to echo inside her own body.

The breath choked in her throat, then seemed to stop.

A cold breath seemed then to blow through the hall.

His breath ran ragged and then seemed not to run at all.

His skin was cold as rain, and each breath seemed to cost him more effort.

A breath of the fresh air outside seemed to linger about him.

The breath seemed to come with difficulty out of his lungs.