The cruelty of summer had vacated the abiding night's temperament, and he was ready to finally enjoy the healthy air.
It had been quite some time since he last breathed with ease–his chest expanded with satisfaction, without the normal crackle that had plagued him during the heatwaves. That is, until a sinister breeze perverted his lungs with a hellborn gossamer.
Strings of spiderweb draped themselves upon his bronchi, and moments later, the hatchlings bursted open.
Baby spiders instinctively began to spin their web on the branches of his alveoli with industrious velocity, and his wheezes suddenly bore into the tranquility of the night.
He was afraid of spiders, and now his breaths were a breeding ground for his fears.