Touched

Her eyes were glued to the screen.
He had his head in a book
He fingered the money
I was in a brown study
His mood was black
His eyes were in the back of his head.
He stumbled through his resignation speech like a sheep on acid
The smartphone must be obeyed.11th Commandment
To see or not to see.
I am not here.
He must be in Denial today
Don’t leak on me.
I refuse to argue.Am I right? You are wrong
His hand was in the till.
He kept me in the dark
Love in the afternoon
He sat on his hands all night