Going to sleep listening to the Wicked soundtrack and waking up just as Elphaba sings, “It’s too late to go back to sleep…”
The line between being completely unaware of my own breathing and “Oh god, how do noses work? Are you really supposed to get ALL the air you need through these narrow passageways? And what do you mean I’m supposed to keep doing this indefinitely? I’m not sure I can keep it up for two minutes and have literally no idea how I’ve been doing this in the background without even being aware of it for years before now” is one thought wide.
And also, it’s a one-way journey. Once you’ve had that thought, breathing feels like it’ll stay hard and confusing forever.