Spacing or Staring

At some point as we were getting ready for bed the other night, I was either staring at Dawn or staring into space in Dawn's direction.

Stop staring at me.

What?

Stop staring at me.

Was I staring at you?

I don't know, were you?

Why was I staring at you?

I don't know. Were you staring at me?

Not that I'm aware of... .... pause .... Oh. Wait. I love staring at you! Of course I was!