I'm standing in the dark beside my bed, trying to find the lamp switch.

For ten minutes Adam sat on the edge of the bed trying to make a decision.

I pull her from the bed, trying to take her with me.

His eyes never left the page as Scott spoke, starting with lying in bed trying to sleep.

I lay back in the bed trying to see what was happening outside.

Emelina had gone to bed, trying, I believe, to stay out of our way.

I lie in bed trying to go back to sleep, but cannot.

I lay quietly on my bed trying to figure out why this was happening to me.

But his eyes were still fixed on the little bed, trying to make out any movement in or upon it.

But she fell out of bed trying to get onto the floor.