Sentence examples for slim bed from inspiring English sources

In one image from "Ex-Offenders at the Scene of the Crime," a series by the South African photographer David Goldblatt, we see an older woman named Ellen sitting on a slim bed in a bare-bones room.

I stripped off my shoes and jewelry and left my belongings in a container outside the cell, then laid down on the slim bed, barely wider than my body.

Within 30 seconds of the door shutting, he had ushered me into his tiny bedroom, big enough for his slim single bed and not much else, and had begun to aggressively make out with me.

There have been other recent flirtations — a slim Donald Westlake before bed, notably — but every morning on the subway I dutifully plow through ten pages of Agee's… what?

On the walls floated jetsam palings emblazoned with disembodied religious limbs: a bloodily outstretched arm over the four-poster bed, a slim cut of a naked torso over the door to the kitchen.

These rooms are just large enough to accommodate a bed, a slim set of plastic drawers, and a shelf, which Babbage has loaded with books to remind her of the good old days on Earth.

His publicity photos from the time evoke the old Iceberg Slim, sprawled on his bed or lounging on an overstuffed couch, sporting an ascot or a wild suit, posing in front of his Lincoln, hair pressed and curled.

I tried Sensai's Silky Peeling Powder because I'm fascinated by Japanese skincare rituals, albeit as a spectator sport (the chances of my adopting a 12-step cleansing regime before bed are slim to none).

When I think of lavender I think of tendrils coiled around a slim finger, hot crusty bed with Irish butter, gossamer gowns and the feeling of being weightless and small.

I mean, I'd already received the most severe bollocking of my life after my mum's friend flicked through an issue of Kerrang I'd left lying around and had alighted on a particularly distasteful American Head Charge photo spread, so the chances of getting away with stuffing a magazine literally called Jockey Slut under my bed were slim at best.

I mean, I'd already received the most severe bollocking of my life after my mom's friend flicked through an issue of Kerrang I'd left lying around and had alighted on a particularly distasteful American Head Charge photo spread, so the chances of getting away with stuffing a magazine literally called Jockey Slut under my bed were slim at best.