She laughs as she looks at you; her eyes are now that annoying shade of wisdom and silliness. You can tell she is in the writing mood, for her eyes are always that shade right before she sits down to the computer and gets lost in her own world.
Sometimes you see other people there, too, in her eyes. Sometimes they are sad, sometimes they are strong, some angry, some laughing. You'll never understand what it's like to have those people in your head, weaving the tales that spill from her fingertips.
You have your own people, of course, everyone does, but they have never come close to possessing you like they seem to have her; and sometimes, just sometimes, when she laughs, you wonder what the color of her world is.