Later, she lay in bed, tucked warmly under the covers as his boots clicked away from her on the hardwood floor - down the hall and into the den.
Jonathan was playing cars with Destiny in the family room floor while Carmen straightened up the clutter left by so many people.
Carmen set Destiny on the floor and then sat down beside Alex.
Lisa stared at the floor, consumed by loneliness.
She kept her eyes on the floor as she walked by him.
Something about her feet hitting the floor in the morning seemed to trigger her stomach.
She leaped from her bed, the book falling to the floor unnoticed.
Brandon was staring at the floor again.
There he scooped a bed in the sandy floor, away from the moist walls.
He turned and left the room, his boots clicking across the tile floor and then fading as he moved across the hardwood family room floor and down the hall.
The floor creaked as she chose the one on the right.
The floor was cold.
We had yet to see the second floor bedrooms.
The four of us retreated to the first floor, amid a rain of questions while he remained upstairs.
I wasn't relegated to the large first floor dormitory-style quarters behind the eating area.
Awhile later, the sound of furniture crashing against the tile floor startled her, and she sat up from where she'd been dozing in front of the TV.
He sat on the floor, hands covering his face, while Dusty stood.
Jonny was sprawled on the floor in front of the TV, asleep.
She roamed the bottom floor until she reached the door off one of the kitchens.
Jule sat with his back against the far wall, his lip bloodied, one eye black, and his hands chained above his head to the pipes running from the floor to the ceiling.
Jule wrapped himself in the blanket and stretched out on the floor, hungry and chilled.
Of the two, Dusty was more likely to call him to the floor when he crossed into his business.
Damian wasn't sure how someone going from the second to first floor had managed to get bloody enough to look like she crawled through a war zone.
The mansion's heavy drapes on the ground floor were closed and the lighting in the library dim enough for her to tolerate.
Next the Wizard poured a pool of oil from the can upon the glass floor, where it covered quite a broad surface.
The sides of the tunnel showed before them like the inside of a long spy-glass, and the floor became more level.
She placed a plate of food upon the floor and the kitten ate greedily.
He threw it upon the floor and began to cry.
"Elihu Burritt, take your place on the floor," said the master sternly.
The king was about to waken him roughly, when he saw a piece of paper on the floor beside him.
Imagine you are putting together an office chair, sitting on the floor with an instruction sheet that has been translated through four different languages to something we shall generously call "English."
Part of her experience of the rhythm of music comes, no doubt, from the vibration of solid objects which she is touching: the floor, or, what is more evident, the case of the piano, on which her hand rests.
When she had finished, she threw it on the floor and ran toward the door.
This lasted for several minutes; then this mood passed, and Nancy was thrown ruthlessly on the floor and pushed to one side, while a large, pink-cheeked, fuzzy-haired member of the family received the little mother's undivided attention.
When I consider how our houses are built and paid for, or not paid for, and their internal economy managed and sustained, I wonder that the floor does not give way under the visitor while he is admiring the gewgaws upon the mantelpiece, and let him through into the cellar, to some solid and honest though earthy foundation.
I hewed the main timbers six inches square, most of the studs on two sides only, and the rafters and floor timbers on one side, leaving the rest of the bark on, so that they were just as straight and much stronger than sawed ones.
It was dark, and had a dirt floor for the most part, dank, clammy, and aguish, only here a board and there a board which would not bear removal.
Anatole kept on refilling Pierre's glass while explaining that Dolokhov was betting with Stevens, an English naval officer, that he would drink a bottle of rum sitting on the outer ledge of the third floor window with his legs hanging out.
He took the lighted pipe that was offered to him, gripped it in his fist, and tapped it on the floor, making the sparks fly, while he continued to shout.
He walked shyly and awkwardly over the parquet floor of the reception room, not knowing what to do with his hands; he was more accustomed to walk over a plowed field under fire, as he had done at the head of the Kursk regiment at Schon Grabern--and he would have found that easier.