bedpost

He put a hand on one of the bedposts for support.

He was holding to the bedpost with his left hand.

He took a step closer to me, but the bedpost was between us.

His first wife sometimes tied him to their bedposts at night.

I sat at the end of the bed, holding onto the bedpost.

"First I put my mother on her bed, then watched the water come up the bedpost," he said.

He attached my hand to a bedpost and left me for a minute.

His hands gripped the bedpost until the skin changed color, just a bit.

She asked, looking at the knife buried in the bedpost.

He had to catch onto the bedpost to steady himself.

Resting a hand on the bedpost, he glanced around the room.

All the while he continued to hold onto the bedposts as if tied there.

She looked toward the slender woman leaning against the bedpost.

Her hand reached out, and on the right bedpost happened to touch a button.

The relationship between the bedpost and other eye is even more jarring.

When she turned around, he was propping himself against one of the bedposts.

Perhaps he had taken his place against the bedpost.

Once that was done, he untied her left hand from the bedpost.

He reached for his coat, which he'd hung on the bedpost.

Bracing one hand on the bedpost, he struggled to think.

Lost she seemed, clinging to the bedpost, her head bowed.

He started to work on the scarf the man had used to bind her to the bedpost.

It was not too difficult to imagine my bedpost displayed in an art museum.

You can do this by placing 6-inch blocks under the bedposts at the head of the bed.

She was already dead when you were banging her head against the bedpost."