“I closed my eyes, bowed my head and thought, AH, HELL . . .”
“I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, my mind a jumble. So much for breaking it off gently, I thought. The humor helped my mind clear, but I couldn't laugh. What would happen next?”
“Ah, I could lay me down in this long grassAnd close my eyes, and let the quiet windBlow over me”
“I close my eyes and lean my head against the seat, and the word fuck just repeats itself over and over in my head, because fuck.”
“I don’t even close my eyes. Out there or inside my head, it’s an equal darkness. Or light.”
“I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes, which keeps the business part of my brain temporarily disabled.”