pajama

Wearing pink pajama trousers, a blue T-shirt and purple sandals, she holds a cup of water for her youngest child to sip from.

He took a small metal cylinder from his pajama pocket and picked up the guitar.

They wore no bras under their easy, loose dresses and pajama-like pants.

They could be pajama bottoms, sweats, fleece kind of things.

It could be seen on the pajama trousers embroidered in crystals, paillettes, and glass beads.

Bearing on him with all his weight, he loosed his own pajama-cord and tied the man's hands behind him.

The little pajama'd figure sitting on the edge of the bed favored her friend with a cold stare.

Its fingers seared through the lamb's-wool that cloaked them—through the silken mesh of his pajama coat beneath.

Well, began the other reflectively, holding his pajama jacket together with one hand and rubbing a touseled head with the other.

He read it three times, until he knew it by heart, and he slept with it in the pocket of his pajama coat.