I asked him when we were alone together on our mat.

They've got to do the same thing to get on the mat.

He'd left it on the mat at the front door.

The kid on the mat got free suddenly, and I felt a bit better.

There was a letter for us on the mat inside the door.

Lie face down on a mat with your feet together.

By the door was a man with no legs, sitting on a mat.

I just open the door in the morning and there they are, waiting on my welcome mat.

He went back inside and lay down on his mat, but not to sleep.

"Did you see anything or anyone on the flying mat other than the one man?"