Bed Sentence Examples

He sat up in the bed and looked around.

We went to bed and slept until morning.

I'm going to bed early.

She sat down on the bed and sighed again.

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.

Carmen was making the bed while Destiny slept in.

She removed his Tux and shoes, rolling him around the bed in the process.

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.

She lifted the blankets and crawled into bed feeling disappointed.

I'm going to bed.

That on the children's bed is best.

As I lay in my bed that night, I wept as I hope few children have wept.

She was lounging on the bed reading a magazine when someone knocked on the door.

He shoved her back on the bed playfully.

Hauling her to the bed, he shook out a pillow from its case and draped the case over her head like a hood.

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.

When Connie continued to watch her dubiously, Lisa dropped to the bed and sighed heavily.

One evening, when Tammy was in bed and the three of them were relaxing in the family room, the telephone rang.

When I returned Molly was off to bed.

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.

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.

The other night when I went to bed, I found Helen sound asleep with a big book clasped tightly in her arms.

I am going to bed with a happy and tranquil mind.

Natasha jumped on it, sank into the feather bed, rolled over to the wall, and began snuggling up the bedclothes as she settled down, raising her knees to her chin, kicking out and laughing almost inaudibly, now covering herself up head and all, and now peeping at her mother.

Jumping from the bed, she dressed quickly and went to the kitchen.

In her room she threw herself on the bed and sobbed herself free of tears.

He lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom, gently lowering her to the bed.

There was a time when he didn't care who he slept with, when he was hard at the sight of any woman who would take him to bed.

He threw her on the bed again.

I pumped my fellow-prisoner as dry as I could, for fear I should never see him again; but at length he showed me which was my bed, and left me to blow out the lamp.

He tossed the shirt on the bed and walked silently to her.

She pulled the suitcase out and placed it on the bed.

She showered and changed into her new nightgown, but Alex was still downstairs when she crawled into bed.

Preventing Destiny from crawling out of the bed wasn't easy.

There she collapsed on the bed and started to cry – quietly this time.

There he scooped a bed in the sandy floor, away from the moist walls.

I was really tired, so I went back to bed.

I put out the light by the bed.

He scooped her up and placed her on the bed, his gaze sweeping over her tiny, shapely frame.

He sat on the bed beside her and pushed her onto her back.

He rested on top of her, breathing hard, as he pressed her into the bed.

Lisa dropped back to the bed.

I believe I'll go to bed.

Tugging on her socks and sneakers, she made the bed and left the room.

I recently put a new inner spring mattress on the bed, but the rest of it is exactly as she left it.

At eleven she finally crawled into the bed.

Flinging herself on the bed, she sobbed out the anger and hurt.

When she crawled into bed and turned off the light, the night sky performed a fireworks display in the distance.

The child, an eight year old girl named Marcia Stonehurst, was still in bed at one o'clock.

Go to the bed and breakfast and wait for me.

She rested the weapons on her bed and locked the door.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, brushing one blonde lock from her face.

The sight of him in bed made her blood surge.

Usually when he awoke with a hard-on and a woman in his bed, what happened next was pretty straightforward.

The large bed was set in a similar stone bed frame and covered with dark coverings.

She was comfortable in bed with him – yet silently panicking as well.

He overpowered her easily and maneuvered her down the hallway to her bedroom, stripping her and tossing her onto the bed in one move.

Her thoughts returned to the sight of the girl in the bed.

The bed shifted under the weight of Darkyn's frame as he settled in beside her.

Being with him, naked in bed, was the most natural, right and incredible experience.

Gabriel left his sleeping mate in her bed with a lingering glance.

He purposely didn't let himself think about Darkyn being in her bed instead of him.

His mate was curled into a tight ball in the middle of her bed, on top of the covers.

The satiny sheets of the bed smelled of the woman he'd made love to for hours last night.

He stretched out on his back on his bed.

Rhyn snatched a pillow from the bed and covered Jade's head to drown out the madness.

He didn.t wait for the shocked leader of the Sanctuary to respond but took Kris into one of the empty rooms and laid him out on the bed.

Kiera dreamt of a planet filled with spiders and dinosaurs and awoke in her bed a couple of hours later to the soft sound of her alarm clock going off.

As near as I could discover, he had probably gone to bed in a barn when drunk, and smoked his pipe there; and so a barn was burnt.

Lavrushka turned all the bedding over, looked under the bed and under the table, searched everywhere, and stood still in the middle of the room.

By the time she finished bathing and dressing Destiny, Jonathan was in bed.

Fortunately, Jonathan had already gone to bed.

I'd better get her ready for bed.

After her bath, Carmen dressed Destiny for bed.

She took a suitcase out of the closet and swung it up on the bed.

Finally she threw back the covers and rolled out of bed.

After he left, she went to her room and crouched beside the bed to pray.

She dragged the two suitcases from under her bed and began filling them with clothes from the closet.

She had no intention of hopping into bed with Brandon before they were married - house rules or not.

She sat on her bed, cross-legged, a book in her lap.

She leaped from her bed, the book falling to the floor unnoticed.

In the morning she rolled out of her bed before the sun could stain the sky.

In her room, she dropped on the bed and threw her arms out, sinking into its softness.

She dropped the package on the bed and eagerly tore back the brown paper wrapping.

Finally she dried her eyes and pushed away from the bed.

This would be one Saturday she wouldn't have to crawl out of bed and get ready to go to the diner.

From now on it would be crawl out of bed and cook, clean and then maybe rest a little.

A chest of drawers with copper handles sat beside the bed - and what a bed it was.

Tossing her gown aside, she hurriedly pulled on some sweats and made the bed.

The bed was made and she found his clothes in the hamper.

There is a chest of drawers and a three-quarter bed in the attic.

The evening was long and she was grateful when Cade announced he was going to bed.

She tossed her head to throw the curls from her face and rolled over in bed.

With her bed made, she crept down the stairs and across the family room floor.

She sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating Cynthia with a compassionate expression.

She sighed heavily and slid off the bed.

Pulling back the covers on her bed, she slipped between the cool sheets and let exhaustion take its course.

The lamp beside her bed was on and he had a sack in one hand.

He sat on the end of the bed and watched reflectively as she ate the ice cream.

She slipped from his bed, feeling sick to her stomach.

And having guests here won't make me crawl into bed with you again, either.

I rationalized myself right into his bed – right where I wanted to go.

Every morning she crawled out of bed and retched for a while before getting ready for work.

Cynthia gathered him into her arms and sat down on the bed.

She began to push me out of bed.

Howie can have our bed.

The bed Martha described as queen size was squeezed against the far wall.

My six foot frame more than filled the bed.

I sat at the desk as he reclined on the bed, more suitable to his five foot seven frame.

Howie extinguished the light, went directly to the small bed and turned to the wall.

You were hopping in bed with everyone back then and you never gave me a second look.

We don't have an extra bed but there's a roll out cot down there.

Betsy turned on a tape recorder as Howie reclined on the bed, turning away from us.

According to Martha who remained with Howie, he thrashed about the bed, frightening her.

He recited a meticulous inventory of everything in the bedroom quarters, including the page number of a book his wife was reading as she remained in bed.

A young girl was taken from her bed as she slept.

A comfortable bed replaced the cot utilized in Peabody and absolute darkness proved more conducive to sleep than the leaked light that often snuck into our old quarters.

A frightened woman is trussed up like a turkey, under my back bed.

Do you honestly think you can keep a secret that's a major part of your life from someone who's sharing a bed with you?

However said, I'm forced to agree a serious relationship can't exist on a bed of lies.

I commented later as Betsy and I readied for bed.

We were in bed and this pillow talk was quickly becoming an argument I didn't want to have.

Let's go to our house and I'll show you your new bed room.

Claire's crib, not in her nursery, was in the corner of the master bedroom, next to a large king size bed.

She remained by the bed, tears seeping down her cheeks.

Coming up to bed, Ben?

After some negotiations Martha was allowed to remain in bed while the rest of us, Claire included drove back to our house.

There was no way I was going to bed.

I waited until we were in bed for the night before I told her.

The next morning Molly beat us awake by enough time for her to make oatmeal and toast and hand deliver it to our bed.

Betsy was very apologetic, in the nicest way, once we were snuggled in the privacy of our bed.

The girl was younger than Annie, but she was taken from her bed, same as Annie, and held for a week or more.

My bed in the homeless shelter, definitely a first for me, was a pull-out in a small room behind the main hall.

I got up from the bed.

She's in a night gown, in bed.

He had slayed my friends in their own town, their own home, in their own bed.

They died readying for bed.

We agreed to stop, eat and bed down for our second night in captivity.

There he finds his sister, sitting up in bed, looking frightened.

Bianca looked from her pale brother lying too still on the hospital bed to the smiling nurse.

The room was dark except for the light above Jonny's bed and the red and green lights dotting the machines keeping him alive.

She'd kept the flowers around Jonny's bed as fresh as the day they arrived last week.

The bed molded to her body with each movement, encouraging her to stay there even longer.

She breathed it in again before climbing from the bed.

The sight of her shapely form in his bed made his blood burn for a different reason.

He looked at his watch again, then settled in bed on his side behind her.

She felt the sudden urge to join Sunny under the bed.

You do have the choice of sharing my bed or sleeping on the couch.

He threw himself down in bed and closed his eyes.

Next time, it'll cost you to leave my bed.

She didn't have his cold control; she was the kind of woman who would give herself freely in bed and hold no part of her back.

Jonny sat on his bed stiffly.

He ate alone in the condo's kitchen, not surprised to see Bianca asleep when he finally returned to bed.

It wasn't quite morning when he returned her to the extra bed in Jonny's room.

He pushed himself out of bed and stood for a long moment, gazing out the window at the fields of winter wheat glowing in the moonlight.

With nothing but her troubled thoughts, the cold rain, and a lonely room in the bed and breakfast down the road, she didn't feel like leaving just yet.

Despite his cold words, he'd left a present for her on the nightstand near her bed.

Unwilling to fight something that didn't die, she drove to Doolin and the bed and breakfast.

She tucked the number away and left the bed and breakfast.

Neither spoke on their return trip to the bed and breakfast, and she went straight to her room.

He sat beside her bed, his large body awkward in the small chair.

He indicated the neatly folded clothing on the table beside the bed.

He sat beside her on the bed and wrapped his arms around her.

She snatched her bag and hurried home, not reflecting on her behavior until she tossed her coat on the bed.

A man's face, a woman in the hospital on her death bed, their children surrounding them.

He lifted her and carried her to her bedroom, finding a spot on the bed that had avoided being shredded or covered with junk from her dressers.

Furious, Sofia pushed off the bed coverings and stood, teetering dangerously before deciding to sit again.

He turned the lights in her room on low and set her down on the trunk at the bottom of her bed.

She collapsed onto her bed and sobbed, the man in the corner sobbing with her.

Her curtains were down to seal away the sunlight, and she was curled up in a ball in the middle of her bed with her back to the door.

Sofia crawled into bed and cried again.

He flung himself back into bed.

Irritated, Sofia pulled open the curtains to his windows overlooking the bed.

She waited at the edge of the bed.

It would take Sofia awhile before she came to his bed of her own accord.

You're more welcome in my bed than she is!

He went back to his small room and sat on the bed staring at the white wall in front of him.

If Damian knew the woman trying to crawl back into his bed had helped murder his brother, her husband… She couldn't see him over the crowd.

Memories of how much Darian loved Claire, of his own nights in her bed, overwhelmed him.

A bloodied woman lay on the bed, unconscious and breathing shallowly.

Sofia looked down at the beautiful woman on the bed before jerry-rigging the IV over a lamp to keep it elevated.

Sofia sat down on the bed, careful to keep the blood from her gown, and touched the woman's face, bracing herself.

Sofia listened as she approached Traci's bed and gazed down at the unconscious woman.

Two swung his legs off the bed, holding his breath in case she spoke again.

Two sat down on his bed and stared into the darkness, unable to sleep when she cried.

Traci sat on an unmade bed belonging to one of the Tucson Sector members, and Sofia eyed her Guardian.

Her gaze went to the bed.

Will you take your place in my bed as my mate?

He slid her dress free, his hands moving over her body possessively before he lifted her and carried her to the bed.

She was alone in bed.

It sat on the nightstand beside the bed.

Deidre awoke alone and naked in bed.

It was of his lean body pressing her into the bed while they made love.

He stepped away, towards the bed, peeling off his shirt as he went.

He pushed her away and moved towards the bed.

He drove her back onto the bed, pressed her down and rested on top of her.

Deidre almost cringed at the thought of leaving the chamber after her first venture out that landed her not only in trouble but also in Darkyn's bed.

A girl in her mid-teens lay still on the hospital bed central to the room.

Deidre wasn't certain what to think at the sight of the girl on the bed.

Wynn took up position in a seat near the bed.

She'd accepted her place in his bed.

Breakfast was on the magic obsidian tray next to the bed.

Shaking her head, she pulled out a t-shirt and jeans, tossing them on the bed.

She was hauled out of the closet and tossed on the bed.

Deidre rolled off the bed, darting for the hallway.

He snatched her around the waist and laughed, dragging her onto the bed with him.

She sat on the bed, panicking silently.

If he was half as creative at torturing people and planning his battles as he was in bed, he was more than capable of doing it.

She'd show him she wasn't afraid to back down in bed or anywhere else.

After a moment, she felt him place her on the bed.

He was relaxed, and it struck her how different he was with her in bed compared to outside their room.

She settled beside him again, comfortable in bed with him.

Even Bird Song's gilded front sign, advertising the bed and breakfast, had been washed of a year's dust from the unpaved side street.

After a pirouette of approval, she sat on the edge of the bed.

Dean remained standing as Martha took a seat on the edge of the bed.

Martha bounced back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling.

He climbed into bed next to his wife but didn't turn off the light.

When the meal ended and the dishes were put to bed, the three withdrew to the parlor, now empty of guests who were either dining uptown or waiting in line to do so.

Instead, she slipped into bed, and in spite of the early hour, doused the lights and asked that any talk wait until morning.

I've chased more bad guys running Bird Song bed and breakfast than when I was a Parkside, Pennsylvania police detective.

Now, if we could get the sheriff's office to work that fast we could put this whole bones business to bed.

The other guests, embarrassed to see their host so humiliated and wanting no part of a Dawkins brawl, murmured excuses and toddled off to bed.

I like staying in a house, or a bed and breakfast—places where you meet people.

Dean reached in his pocket as he was undressing for bed a few hours later.

He placed the bone atop Cynthia's jewelry box on their bureau and climbed into bed.

The window was open to the summer evening and the bottle-opening revelers could be heard clearly as he sat on their bed.

The Dawkinses are staying at my bed and breakfast.

Fred O'Connor was in the living room, hosting three of the four Dawkins, with Ginger missing, when the Deans returned to their bed and breakfast.

I wouldn't be any good in bed.

Fred was stretched out on the bed, fully dressed and looking like a funeral home customer.

He turned to the bed.

The ding-dong prompted the pair to look across the bed to shame the other into a bathrobe to answer the door.

Cynthia looked about to cry, but her anger held her tears in check, at least until they were back in bed.

Back in bed, Cynthia remained awake and was sitting up.

I guess Ginger counted the new eggs in the family basket and skipped back to the hubby's bed.

Exhausted Martha was hustled to her bed and snuggled next to SB, the patiently waiting stuffed owl.

It took many days of mountain sunshine and the comforting routine of the bed and breakfast to blur the trauma of the Lucky Pup shooting.

Later, David Dean called Lydia—from bed after making love to his wife.

His eyes went to the girl in the bed.

She was lying in her bedroom, on her bed.

She reclined back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

The soft bed was warm from her body heat, and she found herself running a hand over the downy comforter while she tried to understand the emotions within her.

He sat down on the bed beside her.

It wasn't coming out the way she practiced it, maybe because Gabriel was sitting close enough that she wanted to lean against him instead of the bed and place his large hands on the parts of her body hidden by clothes.

She pushed her shirt down and moved away to break contact, facing him again when half the bed was between them.

She rested back on the bed and cried.

He knocked before opening her door and saw her wardrobe empty with clothes piled and stacked on the bed.

He tossed it on the bed and grabbed a handful of clothes then stuffed them in.

His gaze traveled her body as she bent over the bed and stretched for a maroon sweater.

Gabriel tossed her bag on the floor next to the bed and strode to the doors, opening them.

He moved to sit on the trunk at the end of the bed, close enough to see the details of her features without being too tempted to take her in his arms.

With a frustrated growl, she threw herself into bed.

She stretched and climbed out of bed.

Beside him, in bed and out, working together to run the underworld.

She recalled clearly the decision she'd forced him to make and kicking him out of her bed, the moment he resigned his soul to her to save his friend's life.

Her sleep was fitful, and he walked to the bed, standing beside it in the dark.

He sat on the bed, reaching over to rest a hand on her head.

The woman in the bed behind him wouldn't hurt anyone else.

The woman in the bed behind him had taken three days to warn him about the human left in Hell.

He lifted Destiny from the rug in her room where she had fallen asleep and gently placed her in her bed.

I'll take her to bed.

It's time for bed, Jonathan.

Come on, sweetheart, let's go to bed.

He sighed heavily and dropped to the bed.

It wouldn't have mattered if she had a comfortable bed, though.

Only after both Destiny and Jonathan fell asleep did Carmen take her shower and go to bed.

Long after she crawled into bed, she lay awake, thinking about Alex.

A red-eyed Lori went out on the porch and talked to them while Carmen got Destiny ready for bed.

That night she went to bed exhausted, but sleep eluded her.

A nurse was hanging an IV on the other bed and glanced up.

Carmen sat down beside his bed and pulled out the horse book she had been reading to him.

She continued to work at the other bed for a few minutes and then stopped, turning to Carmen.

I didn't mean to get you out of bed.

You didn't get me out of bed.

It was frustrating to work with someone who didn't try, but if it had not been for him trying to rescue her, she might be the one on that bed – or in the morgue.

One day she arrived to find him struggling to sit up in bed.

When she entered his room, he was sitting up in bed, a tray of food in front of him.

In the last week, she had started going to bed after he was asleep and getting up before he woke.

His new schedule often sent him to bed early and kept him there until the last moment.

In the privacy of their bedroom, she sat on the bed, allowing the tears to flow.

The bed sagged beside her and she jerked her head up, choking down a sob.

Once the kids were in bed, they retired to their bedroom.

Retrieving her robe from the bed, she was about to put it on when his hand captured her arm in a steel grip.

He took her hand and pulled her to the bed.

There he gently but firmly pushed her down on the bed.

His eyes were dark with emotion as he dived into the bed with her.

All the crying had left her exhausted, but she didn't want to go back to their bed.

He carried her back to their room and gently placed her on the bed.

Then he walked around to his side of the bed and lay down.

Carmen took her in the house and put her to bed while Alex unharnessed Ed.

You were trying to push me off the bed.

A moment later he sat upright in bed.

He dropped to the bed and rolled away from her again.

She snatched her pillow off the bed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

He never had to wonder how many men were rotating through her bed or when she was planning to stab him in the back or decipher the riddles she gave him as answers to important questions.

At least, he thought he didn't when he invited Harmony to his bed.

After all, he spent much time here, making love to her on the round bed down the hallway to his left.

He frowned, noticing for the first time that the bed was unmade.

She probably knew it was her last day and decided not to make the bed.

Gabe pried the knife free and tossed it on the bed, reading the message.

Logan was an accountant, not a security guard, yet he barricaded the doors with furniture before bed in case there were criminals wandering the beach.

Gabe twisted his head to see the bed empty.

Gabe hated her yet couldn't escape the memory of the compassion and spirit that made him take a stranger to bed last night.

A few hours had passed since he left Deidre's bed this morning; it was early afternoon in the mortal realm.

She hadn't considered why he was there, just like she hadn't thought twice about tumbling into bed with him.

One she wanted to spend eternity in bed with; the other she felt the need to flee.

The spare bed was soaked with it, and it pooled around the legs.

All she could do was hope she passed out and awoke in her bed or on the beach or not at all.

She didn't know where he took her, but he set her down on a narrow bed.

Pushing the door open with his foot, he dropped the contents of his arms on the bed and opened the dresser drawers.

Deidre lay awake in bed for quite a while, sorting through the events of the weekend.

Her room was tiny, barely fitting a twin-sized bed and a small, wooden dresser.

Seating herself on the bed, she stared at a wall for a long time before pulling herself out of the trance.

She twisted to pull her feet onto her bed and choked back a scream.

In front of the bed, a dark cave had opened in the middle of her room, swallowing the wall where the door had been.

Heart flying, Deidre stood and moved to the end of the bed.

She flung herself onto the bed again, restless and scared.

You weren't afraid of me when you went to bed with me.

She'd rather fall asleep crying in her bed than on the beach.