I reached one hand up to the window shade and pulled it straight down.
I even tried the window shades, thinking that a paper might have been rolled up in one of them.
The lights were on in the house, behind drawn window shades.
I saw his face - first against a window shade; then with a door as background.
He raised the window shades and stared out into the night.
I stepped across the room and pulled up a corner of the window shade.
The lights, she could see through the window shades, were on.
He walked across the room and raised the window shade slightly.
The window shade had not been touched so far as he could see.
The room was black dark, with even the window shades drawn.
The passengers were asked not to raise the window blinds.
The window blinds were closed to a crack, but she could see bright sun outside.
The window blinds were down but there was a dim light behind them.
She had followed him into a back room to look for window blinds when he attacked her.
I tried to imagine what was behind the window blinds.
The window blinds are too high and on the wrong side.
So, over the last week, they have been buying window blinds and a dining room table.
She closed the window blinds, making it impossible for anyone outside to see in.
Of course there are window blinds, but they shut out the view.
I got up to walk about, not near the window blinds: there was only meant to be one of us in here.
