Beauty is only skin deep
The sun streams in through the living room window, illuminating Nigel. His blond curls glow a halo round his head. Once again I notice: this is one very good-looking little boy. His eyebrows are delicate arches over his clear blue eyes, his soft skin glows with good health. Suddenly his well-formed nose twitches, his blue eyes close, and the lashes (thick! long! black!) rest on his pink cheeks, his head tips back … a sneeze rips through the air.
Air which is suddenly filled - filled! - with a delicate mist, a mist shot from nose and mouth, clearly visible in the streaming sunlight, drifting gently through the air, settling on surfaces as it floats slowly earthward.
A pretty lad, but wetly toxic.
Eeew.
