Sandy stood there in a sleep shirt, arms crossed, hair tousled.

She looked tired, hair tousled, her eyes puffy from sleep, but still very beautiful.

Her hair I was dyed a harsh black, tousled from a night in the cells.

He looked more boy than man, his dark hair tousled, eyes wide.

The man was, indeed, asleep, on his back, hair tousled.

Two minutes later, a third man stumbled in through a side door, hair tousled, blinking sleep out of his eyes.

He came back, hair still tousled, but looking reasonably alert.

Her color was very high, her hair tousled from sleep.

But I could see him still, his dark hair tousled, a black look on his face.

He liked watching her like this, her hair tousled, eyes still heavy with sleep.