When he staggered out of the bar, he was 'three sheets to the wind'.
We used 'sheets' to protect the furniture when we painted.
He slid between the 'sheets' and went to sleep.
(..) that I've brought you under the same roof as this unfortunate... As this fallen... And in your precious, delicate condition. Oh, Kostya. Good. A clean nightshirt and sheets. A towel and a clean pail of warm water. Wait. And bring the perfume bottle, in the outside pocket of my handbag. (..)2012 Anna Karenina