I fell forward on my face as the bed moved smoothly across the room.

The bed moved some more, and a leg hung up in a hole.

Then my bed moved, as if there had been an earthquake rather far away.

The bed had moved ever so slightly, as if from a pressure.

I felt the bed move a moment before a hand touched my back through the robe.

A moment later, he heard loud footsteps charge into the room, and his bed moved slightly as people sat beside him.

Over time the beds moved closer to the ground, to their present placement.

It is much better to have your bed moved in if you can.

The bed itself had moved forward, a foot from the wall.

I stood up and he groaned as the bed moved beneath him.