Places to crash

Usage examples of futons.

They toasted each other and refilled the cups, the room small and pleasant, candle-lit, with bed futons already made up in the adjoining room.

It consisted of over-and-under-coverlets called futons that were placed on the floor matting.

The young girl went into the next room and checked that the futons were meticulous, the love instruments and pleasure beads near at hand, and the flowers perfect.

The girls had led him away and it was not until he was lying on the futons, his cotton kimono loosed, the girl Sono gentling his back, that he remembered he had been naked at the doctor's, in front of the girls and the samurai, and that he had not noticed or felt shame.

He was sitting on the poopdeck on clean futons near a small charcoal brazier upon which small pieces of aromatic wood were smoking.

The galley was still two hundred yards from the dock, approaching neatly, and they could see Omi and Igurashi and the futons and the awning.

Fujiko was only like a trustworthy housekeeper and tonight when he went to his bed to sleep, the futons would be turned back and she would be kneeling beside them patiently, expressionlessly.

It had a neat raised floor and was furnished with clean futons and a little vase with a flower arrangement.

She was very tempted to get up and go into the inner room where the futons were turned back and step out onto the veranda again and leave.

The room was large and neat and another bed of futons was laid and turned back invitingly.

Yabu held him carefully at arm's length with immense strength so that none of the blood stained him, and carried the body over to the futons, arranging it in a sleeping position.

Mariko was propped in futons, appearing more diminutive than ever, more delicate and more beautiful.

He was lying on futons, Grays guarding him, a raftered ceiling overhead, dazzling sunshine hurting him, the silence weird.

The futons were hard and difficult to get used to but he was comfortable, lying on his stomach, enjoying her nearness.

She was crumpled on the futons, knife nearby, but her hand could not grip it and each time she tried to lift it it would slip from her grasp, all the time weeping and choking and retching, begging forgiveness and crying out, Help me.