She still looked nervous.
She was anxious.
She was relaxed and happy.
For some this may sound like hard work, and unfortunately any refreshments are always very far away.
In its Ode on a Grecian Urn, Keats looks at the painted objects with happiness because his lover painted them.
George is instructed to turn the car.
The fish is spoiled.
A man wearing no shirt sleeping.
A man is on a skateboard.