Wait. Hang on. It's here, its coming! Honest, its coming! Na...It's gone.
Is it back again? I can feel it. I'm sure I can feel it. I think it's stirring as though it's angry and feels like Dad does when he's stirring a cup of tea round and round that B&M Bargains mug that Nanna bought us last Christmas, catching the sides, making that scratching noise that torments Mum until she snaps and tells him to stop. So he does. And so does that feeling. But I don't think it's really gone, it's still there. My eyes are watering and my hand is lingering over the page that I want to turn but can't. The sun might help, it always does most of the time, but I can't help thinking this might be one of the times it won't. The instinct is disappearing now. It's fading away like the TV does when I fall asleep with it on but I'm not going to let myself fall asleep to this. I'll miss it. And this is something I can't afford to miss, because it'll come back and it always comes back. Like that spot between my eyebrows and that tea stain on my desk.
No! Thinking about that now has made it go, it's disappeared back inside by brain or into next doors garden. Maybe I'm just going to have to accept now once and for all...
That was the sneeze that got away.

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