As the hours crept by, the earth turned slowly beneath them.

For a fraction of a second her body seemed to turn to stone beneath his hand.

She could see the wheels turning beneath his artificial face.

He turned into the last alley beneath the wall and entered his tiny house.

She ignored the nagging thought, and turned to the small table beneath the window.

Only now, she was conscious of an entire civilization turning beneath her feet.

Her face turned to him beneath its heavy coif of hair.

We went around the planet which also turned beneath us because of its rotation.

She felt dizzy, as if the whole world were turning beneath her.