Sick

The morning commuter train was jam-packed but slow and quiet, glazed eyes like morning dew, scents of shampoo. My nose is always getting into someone's pit, so I coughed and spit all over it, wheezing instead of breathing with a phlegmy hacking...and pretty soon the whole bus moved away from my disease so I could move around as I pleased, begging the train patrons to pardon my cough, I have a mild bout of pertussis...