God bless him

Every time he squeezes his eyes shut to sneeze, he thinks of her. After involuntarily releasing his nose like a falcon’s flight downwards, with the nasal thrust faster than Dale Steyn’s delivery, he slowly opens his eyes and fails to see her beside him. It’s all in his head. Everything. From little pictures to prolonged sequences written and directed by him. It’s bright daylight outside as the clouds give way to the sun. But he’s cold inside. Fortunately, he’s getting used to it.