She sat down on the bed and sighed again.
Preventing Destiny from crawling out of the bed wasn't easy.
Carmen was making the bed while Destiny slept in.
Then the servants heaped a lot of rugs upon the floor and the old horse slept on the softest bed he had ever known in his life.
We went to bed and slept until morning.
One day he would order his camp bed to be set up in the glass gallery, another day he remained on the couch or on the lounge chair in the drawing room and dozed there without undressing, while--instead of Mademoiselle Bourienne--a serf boy read to him.
That night as they prepared for bed, she approached Alex about it.
Carmen let the bed rail down and jerked the tent from under the mattress, allowing Destiny to crawl close.
Pulling Alex's pillow from the bed, Carmen caught the faint whiff of his cologne.
The alarm clock beside her bed indicated 2:00 am in large orange numbers.
Giddon put his daughter to bed and then left the house.
When Connie continued to watch her dubiously, Lisa dropped to the bed and sighed heavily.
That night, for the first time in more than a week, she tossed and turned in the bed, her sleep interrupted by memories of her family.
One evening, when Tammy was in bed and the three of them were relaxing in the family room, the telephone rang.
In bed, she tossed and turned.
Leaping on the bed, which was now in her room at the Giddon home, she bounced up to the window.
Jumping from the bed, she dressed quickly and went to the kitchen.
After he left, she went to her room and crouched beside the bed to pray.
There she collapsed on the bed and started to cry – quietly this time.
She dragged the two suitcases from under her bed and began filling them with clothes from the closet.
He took one look at the suitcases on the bed and started toward her.
With that thought, she nestled down into the bed and fell asleep.
Tugging on her socks and sneakers, she made the bed and left the room.
Zeb was also escorted to a room--so grand and beautiful that he almost feared to sit in the chairs or lie upon the bed, lest he might dim their splendor.
As I lay in my bed that night, I wept as I hope few children have wept.
He loves to climb the bed-posts and unscrew the steam valves much better than to spell, but that is because he does not understand that words would help him to make new and interesting discoveries.
Then I let her out into the warm sunshine and went up to my room and threw myself on the bed exhausted.
She devoted herself to her dolls the first evening, and when it was bedtime she undressed very quietly, but when she felt me get into bed with her, she jumped out on the other side, and nothing that I could do would induce her to get in again.
I finally succeeded in getting her on the bed and covered her up, and she lay curled up as near the edge of the bed as possible.
Last night when I got in bed, she stole into my arms of her own accord and kissed me for the first time, and I thought my heart would burst, so full was it of joy.
The other night when I went to bed, I found Helen sound asleep with a big book clasped tightly in her arms.
So he called Tikhon and went through the rooms with him to show him where to set up the bed for that night.
Frowning with vexation at the effort necessary to divest himself of his coat and trousers, the prince undressed, sat down heavily on the bed, and appeared to be meditating as he looked contemptuously at his withered yellow legs.
But hardly had he done so before he felt the bed rocking backwards and forwards beneath him as if it were breathing heavily and jolting.
He had the letter taken from his pocket and the table--on which stood a glass of lemonade and a spiral wax candle--moved close to the bed, and putting on his spectacles he began reading.
Several times, waking up, she heard his groans and muttering, the creak of his bed, and the steps of Tikhon and the doctor when they turned him over.
They all drew back from the bed, making way for her.
He was still lying on the bed as before, but the stern expression of his quiet face made Princess Mary stop short on the threshold.
From behind the door I heard how he lay down on his bed groaning and loudly exclaimed, 'My God!'
And going to his bed he threw himself on it without undressing and immediately fell asleep.
And he spent the night on a bed made up for him there.
When I understood what he wanted--when I saw that he was preparing a bed of laurels for us, you know, I said to myself: 'That is a monarch,' and I devoted myself to him!