vacuum

I'm sure she's perfectly harmless, but whenever she yawns I smell death.

Sometimes it's hard to adjust to a blue pencil instead of orange, or the way the only hands I've touched all day have belonged to a stranger.

I think, my god! I could smother you. I'm surprised you don't feel the air around you tighten when I walk into the room. What I mean is, I wish I knew enough of physics to describe how much you are a vortex.