Valerie Jarrett has strictly told the White House staff not to disturb him when he gets "that look" on his face.
He often sits in the Oval Office for hours at a time like that, his hands cradling his head, saying nothing, looking at nothing. Just sitting in his little world, absorbed in thoughts about being in his perfect universe, where he is not just loved, but adored! A world where his grand ideas and policies have recreated not only the country, but the world, the solar system, the universe! "I am a god!" he mumbles quietly.
