Tired Eyes
Lisa walked into the room before I could ask Mark any more questions. She appeared worn out, as if she hadn’t slept for days. Dark lines hung beneath her eyes, and her hair was a complete disaster. She automatically put on a weary smile to reassure me, but I saw her look at Mark, as if she was looking for an unspoken agreement. Something was obviously wrong, but I was unable to pinpoint it.
Tired Eyes
Attempts At Normalcy
Lisa tried to lighten the mood by forcing a grin in an attempt to brush off the tension in the room. She said the words, “We’re just tired,” with a feeble giggle. Mark nodded in agreement, attempting to support her, but neither of them appeared credible. “Sleepless nights with the baby, you know?” Their common concern was evident to me even in the absence of words, and the air felt heavy with something unsaid.
Attempts At Normalcy
