Gradually we dozed off.
For a time everything was pleasant.

Dreams came fused with realities; the firelight faded from consciousness or returned fantastic to our half-awakening; a delicious numbness overspread our tired bodies.

The shadows leaped, became solid, monstrous.

We fell asleep.
After a time the fact obtruded itself dimly through our stupor that the constant pressure of the hard rock had impeded our circulation.

We stirred uneasily, shifting to a better position.
That was the beginning of awakening.