Finely Unfixed Kind of Her

"I'm sorry, i'm always like this."
"Like what?"
"Like this, always tired and sleepy."

He suddenly paused and looked at her: her curly black hair pulled at the back of her head effortlessly makes a perfect bun. Then he looked at her brown round sparkling eyes. He loves her eyes. It always have that light in it as if everything goes well in life. As if she has no troubles behind her smiles. He stopped and wonder why he sees exactly the opposite of what she said. Then he thought, maybe she's just the type of finely-unfixed-hair and sleepy kind of beauty --and so be it.

"I love it," he smiles.