Well, our collective head is beginning to clear a bit.

Her head began to spin, and then everything went dark.

When there's not a crisis, I feel like my hands and head are beginning to remember their jobs.

He lay there without even trying to move until his head began to clear.

She shook her head no and began to close the door.

My head began to clear out just a little as we left the club.

His head began to bob as if it were on springs.

We kissed some more and my head began to feel light.

And tried not to, because the very idea made his head begin to hurt.

Maybe it wasn't just me, I realized finally, as my head began to clear still more.