My mother looked at the wall above the King's head.
He looked ahead, at both the Wall and the air above it.
The blue window looked a little above his head now.
They all looked back and forth at one another, above me.
He looked at a point well above the top of my head.
In each spot he looks for the same point of view, perhaps 50 to 75 feet above sea level.
So most of the industry's cars looked very high above the road.
He looked through the window in the wall above the sofa.
He looked at the plate above the phone and read off the number.
He was looking at a spot just above her head.
