Findings:

Here's the stuff we found when you searched for "she found herself in a chamber where a bed stood ready made for her"

She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
she had already found her party
She threw herself from the bed
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Once I googled your old screen name and found web pages you made in high school. Are you married now? Is that why you haven't called?
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
The walls she had built around herself cracked and crumbled
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
She found me on public transportation
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
She asked me to read her a poem
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Besides the part where she was the only one
She always confused her greys with white.
made bed
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
The portion of her face she allows me to see
How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She Will Have Her Way
she can't remember what it's like to be found
she made them, like fire, expansible over all space
Each thing she learned became part of herself, to be used over and over in new adventures
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
I still find strands of her hair in bed
she looked at me then whispered, we are all made of stardust
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
So she wet the bed
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She was never mine. I always shared her.
The naked woman raises herself on her elbow and continues her monologue in the direction of the bath
The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry
serene. She sips her tea
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
happiness is made, not found
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
she lit her thumb on fire
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
She sits where she pleases
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
The World She Made
It’s herself she didn’t love
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
We are the servants of our muse, and we toil where she commands
She stood on my feet; and we danced
she gave her heart to a falling star
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
have you found the words to save her?
She's found the hole in reality. She knows its depth.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I don't like her because she won't like me
She thought about giving him her heart
She flies with her own wings
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
The World I Made for Her
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
we found that which made the human heart beat and built an autobahn to it
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
For my last trick, I made her disappear
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
To better imagine the limits of the dried-up Martian sea, little Tatiana found it helpful to shape in her mind a great sinuous contour binding each sad, stranded boat to its neighbor
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
Another bed she does not own
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Her hips made waves against his shore
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
the way she wears her weary
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She always was devious in her beauty
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
Laid down on the bed that wasn't her own
She practices her speech
The shadows made her look a little treacherous.
Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
She knows no truth except her own.
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
At night, her eyes closed, she would
I Have a Bed Made of Buttermilk Pancakes
Any woman who thinks she is pro-life should ask herself
she gave herself that holocaust haircut. cinnamon colored clippings cover the motel bedspread like sprinkles.
She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
The bathroom's her bedroom, where the tears flow
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
She keeps her lies everywhere
She dumped me when she found out I'd been faking my Scottish accent
breakfast in bed
go to bed
Air bed
Marriage bunk beds
No more monkeys jumping on the bed
Mister Bed
Went to bed a god and woke up as a peasant
No matter what you think, you can NOT do homework in bed
The Bed Was Not My Own
Bed and Sofa
I want you in my bed
there is a place where the dead live. it is in us. it is all around us. it is more than we can understand.
In bed feigning sleep
Hide Away Bed and Breakfast Inn
after all white horses are in bed
Apple pie bed
rocking bed
deep sand bed
The bed is in the ocean
James Graham's Celestial Bed
Always check for evidence of alien abduction before going to bed with someone
hot bed
The best conversations take place in bed
wet the bed
There are monsters in my head, under my bed. Stop.
Putting the annual garden to bed
Putting the perennial garden to bed
In Bed with Johns Hopkins
Love poem from the monsters under my bed
Eating in bed
Brigit's bed

If you Log in you could create a "she found herself in a chamber where a bed stood ready made for her" node. If you don't already have an account, you can register here.