Vampires do breathe, by the way, but their chests don't move like humans'. Have you ever lain in the arms of your sweetheart and tried to match your breathing to his, or hers? You do it automatically. Your brain only gets involved if your body is having trouble. Fortunately there was nothing about this situation that was like being in the arms of a sweetheart except that I was leaning against someone's naked chest. I could no more have breathed with him than I could have ignited gasoline and shot exhaust out my butt because I was sitting in the passenger seat of a car.
by Robin McKinley
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In the passage, the author highlights an intriguing aspect of vampires, noting that although they do breathe, their breathing patterns do not resemble those of humans. This detail sets the stage for an exploration of intimacy and connection, contrasting it against a more stark reality. The experience of trying to synchronize breathing with a loved one is a natural, instinctive process for humans, affecting the emotional bond shared in such moments.

However, the narrator's current circumstance starkly differs from that intimate connection. Instead of being cradled in warmth and affection, the narrator finds themselves in an alien situation, leaning against someone else's chest without the ability to share in that basic act of breathing. This imagery emphasizes the disconnection and unusual nature of their interaction, evoking feelings of isolation even in physical closeness, while cleverly juxtaposing intimate moments with the unique traits of vampire existence.

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