One step closer to my longing desire. The shot I've been waiting for, all night long. The realisation kicks in at the very second that the last card reveals itself. Finally a hit.
One look into my opponents eyes as their voice slowly but surely announces the state of an all-in. Fright is what one unknowingly gives away. The eyes nor mouth move.
Damned by thinking they are skilled. Which occasionally is true. To know how to mislead other players into believing them. But mother nature is one step ahead.
As the temple cries one droplet, the cards are giving away their true identity. I could be mistaken. Perhaps my heightened senses trick me, leaving my thoughts overwhelmed.
A wave of heat is strolling down my trembling boezem. It's my turn. I stare at the challenger for just a second too long. My decision is made.
One's inability to properly blink provides my reassurance. Inside my head a countdown is performed to prepare me for the final moment.
My heart is pounding as my fingers guide the pile of chips across the line.