He could feel it, just ever so slightly out of reach.
He had skinny fingers, he was sure he could reach. It was right there, right on the tip of his finger, he could get it. He had to get it. The frustration was driving him crazy, he knew with every fiber of his being that he could do this.
He could just about reach, his finger was there, it was close to being stuck in there permanently. He pulled his finger out, this was infuriating, it was driving him mad. It was all he could focus on. This stupid little task had become everything, he was going to get it, he HAD to get it out!
He put his skinny finger back in the hole, he stretched as far as he could, he could just about get it, all his energy was focused on his finger.
And then, he had it, his finger was on it, if he could just use his finger nail,
YES!
HE HAD IT.
He’d done it!
He very slowly & carefully moved his finger, terrified of losing his grip.
He did it!
He pulled his finger out of his nostril & examined the magnificent bogey he had just excised.