A minute click, another, two more and the lid rose at his touch.

The latch popped quietly and the lid rose an inch.

It was a simple setting, three numbers only, and within seconds the lid rose with a soft click.

Step into a stall and the lid on the toilet rises to greet you.

His lids rose, but he didn't refocus on me.

The lid did not rise under gentle pressure from his left thumb.

The lid of the machine rose on upward-reaching pillars.

The gunslinger's lids rose, disclosing those faded yet somehow alarming blue eyes.

Rock scraped on rock as the lid rose an inch.

The lids were rising; the clones rose from their resting places.