She sat up, pulling the blanket around her nightgown and shivered.
Warmth crawled up her neck as she grabbed her nightgown and pulled it over her head.
She jerked her head up and stared at him, letting the nightgown fall loosely around her body.
Slipping into the new nightgown, she slid between the sheets.
His gaze dropped to her nightgown and his brows lifted.
Emerging from the bathroom an hour later half asleep, she put the new nightgown on and climbed into bed.
She showered and changed into her new nightgown, but Alex was still downstairs when she crawled into bed.
Pulling a robe over her nightgown, she tiptoed down the hall and silently opened the door to the patio.
She shivered in her light cotton nightgown and curled up into a ball.
She gently worked her nightgown out from under him, hoping all the while that he wouldn't wake.
"I remember the kidnapping from last week," Betsy said as she brushed past me, dropping her nightgown as she entered the bathroom.
She stood there in bathrobe and nightgown, a look of panic on Martha's face.
In a single motion, she tugged open her robe and nightgown, baring both breasts, pressing Claire to her right side.
She wore a soft nightgown and changed into the clothing left for her.
Do you still wear that long nightgown with the collar?
The long flannel nightgown, while perhaps frumpy in someone's eyes, was perfect for the time and season.
She was a vision, wearing a pale taupe nightgown with a lace bodice.
She jerked jeans over her nightgown and waited until she reached the front door before tugging on her boots.
She leaped from the bed and struggled into her jeans, tucking her nightgown in while she grabbed her boots.
She donned a long nightgown and dropped into bed.
In her room, she undressed and put her nightgown on.
Once out of bed she slipped into a nightgown and headed for the kitchen.
She put her nightgown on and crawled into bed.
Carmen undressed and put on her nightgown while Alex went down to get a book from the library.
His bristly black person, and shagged breast quite open and rarely purified by any ablutions, was wrapped in a foul linen nightgown and his bushy hair dishevelled.
Between the date of her death in 1758 and his own on the 10th of August 17 J9 he fell into a state of prostration in which he would not even dress, but wandered unshaven, unwashed and in a nightgown about his park.