Niall stared at the brown mat of weed, whose smell filled the room.

The limb dropped with a soft thud onto the brown mat of pine needles.

The brown and gray mat was getting thicker on the slick, moist walls.

Beneath his feet was a spongy brown mat.

The brown mat's ragged margin gave way to the hill's slick green, glinting in the sunlight.

The brown mat slid upward, pressing him slightly farther into the soft resistance.

The forest floor lost its green for a quiet, brown mat of needles.

Oakes lay on his back on a brown woven mat.

The room she had been dumped in was dirty, the tatami mats worn, brown, and old.

All three of us walk out to the brown mat.