unfocused

He was looking off to the side, his eyes unfocused.

I turned her over to find unfocused eyes looking through me.

His eyes were unfocused as he tried to sort out what she had said.

I looked at her image, my eyes unfocused, not saying anything.

He raised one hand to stop me, still with his eyes unfocused.

Her little eyes unfocused for a second, then went wide.

I could not follow his thinking, and my eyes became unfocused.

She looked down at nothing, and he saw that her eyes were unfocused.

Her eyes seemed unfocused, and she did not appear to hear him.

His eyes unfocused as he considered the best course of action.

Her unfocused eyes were looking through mine at something far away.

It looks like a very limited and unfocused game to me.

He lay with his head turned toward her, eyes open but unfocused.

But it was just a moment, one that came at the end of a long, unfocused hour.

But, on the other hand, it is rather an unfocused debate.

His eyes looked unfocused, but he seemed to see her nevertheless.

His eyes moved back to the window, and again grew unfocused.

His eyes seemed empty, unfocused, but I knew that was not true.

Then the old face turned toward the fire and an unfocused look gathered in the eyes.

Then he was still, the open eyes staring unfocused at the man before him.

Her gaze became unfocused, as though she were looking years into the past.

She also had a stunned, unfocused look on her face.

Then his eyes unfocused, a thing I had seen him do before when he was thinking deeply.

The old man made an unfocused gesture with his free hand.

For a moment or two her eyes remained wide and unfocused.