Beside me the difficult breathing came and went like the painful beat of my own blood.

By the time her breathing came without huge effort, she realized the night had gone still.

From the far side of the room came the soft and steady breathing, a woman in sleep.

Her breathing came so hard that it put the match out.

His deep, regular breathing came on its own now, without her instruction.

From within came the regular breathing of a sleeping man - one only.

The breathing came still, but he was almost used to it.

Or was it just his breathing, seeming to come from far away?

Instead she held him tightly until he was done and his breathing came back to normal.

I turned my head to the side, where his soft breathing came from the darkened floor.