As a sneezing fit develops and becomes greater in urgency and desperation, the jaw slacks. At the first sneeze, you may be covered in a fine mist. Hundreds of tiny cool specks. But as the sneezes go on, and on, the sneezer begins losing control of the face, making obscene expressions and becoming incapable of restraining the spray. The mouth gets wetter and warmer, so too do the harsh sneezes that burst forward. Relinquishing their power to their unbearably itchy nose, what started as a fine mist becomes a thick spray. You breathe in the sneezes. āI-Iām s-so s-sorryā¦!! Iā¦! Iā¦! I cahhā cahhhnttā- ihhh⦠ihhh..!! IIIIHHhhGGHHSCChhiiewww!! IIhhhGGHHSSCCHHhhiieewww!ā As actual, palpable droplets of spit land across you. As you feel the weight of these geyser like sneezes, that cover you, that are so wet, forceful and desperate. That shoot forth and visibly dampen the air. That cover you again and again.