Sneeze

I knew it was coming.
It was coming, the same way it always comes.
Slithering and Sneaking,
Moving however it pleased.
But yet,
I could still tell it was coming,
Elusive as ever.

Upon its arrival,
All was full of contortion,
Hands,
Faces,
Eyes.
Attention gathers.
Absorbing the contorting
Soaking it up as their own.

It began to dawn.
Its presence could no longer be hidden.
It had come---

ACHOO!