Laid out in his bed at his own house next door with a powdered-sugar moustache on his upper lip, Doug contemplated sleep, which lurked around his head and gently covered him with darkness.
Farewell Summer (page 7) by Ray Bradbury
It spiralled away safely and joined some pals investigating the malodorous hockey bag in the corner.
Yellowknife (page 58) by Steve Zipp
Kellas bought a first-class, one-way ticket to New York at one of the airline counters.
We Are Now Beginning Our Descent (page 39) by James Meek