She nodded, looking down at the rough wood of me dock.

He let himself go and they rocked together on the rough wood.

She found a door of thick rough wood and beat on it.

He groped for the support of the rough wood behind him.

Against the wall a wide bed had been set up, made from rough wood but holding a large mattress.

I felt the rough wood of the crown beneath my fingers.

At the end she sat down on the rough wood to let her feet dangle over the side.

It was nowhere near the rough wood that supported me.

There was a low rasping sound, like a hand being passed over rough wood.

She stood in her bare feet on the cool, rough wood, feeling foolish.

Visions of food passed before me, as I clung to the rough wood.

My palms pressed flat against the rough wood of the door.

I leaned against the rough wood of the stable wall and collected myself.

He crossed the room quickly and pressed his ear to the rough wood.

Dug into the face of the hill behind it, with only the rough wood front visible to the eye.

Gradually I found my attention drawn to a figure sitting at a table, on a rough wood bench by the door.

I sat frozen, hands gripping the rough wood of the bench.

He crawled under for a better look, feeling the rough wood incredulously.

He couldn't make it and clung gasping to the rough wood.

The rough wood of the whipping post pressed against my cheek.

The rough wood ceiling has been painted; the old brick walls are now white.

He walked around the little hut, dragging his fingertips along the rough wood.

For a fleeting instant the chair pressing against her back felt like rough wood.

He could feel it through the rough wood as his fingers grabbed one rung after another.

With care I pulled myself upright, spine scraping against rough wood.