My cat is irritated and I am sneezing.
He’s giving me the side-eye wondering when the disruption to nap by explosions from mouth will cease.
I wonder too.
I feel them well up within, relief and irritation, eyes clamping shut to retain them, chest pushing hard to remove them, harder than most, as chests like mine are apt to do.
Expelling the unseen but heard irritants out of orifice and into cosmos past once sleeping pet.
I think the worst is over.
Into kitchen grasping Kleenex I unceremoniously deposit mucus thereunto pretending creases will contain.
My eyes itch.
The catalyst for feline disruption was scratching for relief only to arouse nose and lungs from slumber.
They are still conspiring, I can sense it, the waiting, the irritation, the constant threat of violence to relieve the itch.