Her lower lids are always heavy, as with mirth. Whenever you see her, you can be sure she had just been laughing a moment ago. Humor flows from my Egyptian lady like the waters of the Nile.
His palms had begun sweating profusely, as if a rain cloud inside them had just burst.
His knees felt brittle.
The arms at his sides weighed tons.
As he sank with the weight he noticed that his sweater had been tainted by vomit- his mother's pasta.
He felt rattled. Yet he appeared placid.
And prepared- to fire some lyrical ammunition. Then he found himself blanking on what he'd planned to say.
He even opened his mouth but no words came out.
