There would be multiple tears on her face and a huge smile. The room would be gleaming with sunlight; it’s just turned June, and the window’s facing East and you’ve no money for curtains.
Do you realise it. Is there a sense in you for it. How alive you are.
Everything!
Vibrant!
With life!
There would be no use talking her down. Some thought or other must have hit her in the head. She seems happy. You watch her be.