Artois was already established once more in the chaise longue.
He shook Woodrow, who had been napping on the chaise longue.
She lay in a chaise longue, watching it swinging idly at the dock.
He felt a stab of pity for her as he dragged her to her chaise longue and let her fall there.
He found Persis cuddled up on a chaise longue of gold and satin.
I can picture you ...