DISCLAIMER: The lines in italics are SM's, from Breaking Dawn.
There was no sound. No breathing. Not even mine. For a moment, the absence of pain was all I could comprehend. And then I opened my eyes and gazed above me in wonder.
I could see the wood grain of the ceiling, the dust motes in the air, and the colors of the rainbow coming from the light bulb above me.
I could smell the chemicals they cleaned the room with after my alien baby explosion, and the silk Alice was wearing for the auspicious occasion, and... Edward. Honey-lilac-sunshine Edward. How does a vampire smell like sunshine? I thought. That's pretty stupid. And holy shit, if I can smell everything, they can smell everything, and I know I farted around Edward at some point in time. In Biology for sure, cuz those cheap, grade C meat school lunches used to go right through me. Salisbury steak! I mean FUUUCK how embarrassing is that? Why didn't that asshole tell me??
And then Edward squeezed my hand with his hand that wasn't cold anymore and my body responded in way to that shocked us both. Okay, shock is probably a strong word for it.
C'mon now, we were all expecting this, right?
I hissed as I flipped off my back like a drunk Jackie Chan, spinning in the air: with my forehead I took out the light bulb whose filaments had been innocently shooting rainbows at me, my right ankle clipped the operating table and sent the screeching, twisting wreckage of it flying through the pretty dust motes and on toward Edward and ricocheting off of him with a deafening CLANG. My right elbow was the first thing to hit the glass back wall of the house. I catalogued the size and shape of every shard of it as I fell so that I could clean it all up for Esme afterward, of course.
A half second later, I had leaped back up to balance on the edge of that wrecked second floor room and stood up nice and straight, smoothed my hair, and faced my new family with their various looks of disgust and amusement.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I'll fix that, I swear."