He took a breath. Then another. Then a deep, glorious, lung-filling inhale that traveled all the way down to his toes. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard: the soft, rhythmic whisper of oxygen moving freely through his face.
He lifted the bowl, inhaled the steam, and felt a faint, tantalizing twinge in his right nostril. Then nothing. open blocked nose
For a moment, nothing changed.