Eyes and Artful Highs

There are no do-overs in this game. 

No matter how many times you ask yourself, 

"When did this become so serious?"

You realize it happened when you started to run out of fingers and toes to account for every year that you've been alive. 

You didn't do anything except look. 

You taste salt in your mouth against your dry tongue; and your eyes begin to sting as you clench your teeth so hard you think they'll crack. They don't. But the awkward squeaks and jagged crunch-rumble from the grinding has you thinking they have.All you can do now is wait.