I would fall asleep in the act of carrying food to my mouth and waken in torment to find the act yet uncompleted.

So sleepily helpless was I that she was compelled to hold me in my chair to prevent my being flung to the floor by the violent pitching of the schooner.
Of the passage from the galley to the cabin I knew nothing.

It was a sleep-walker Maud guided and supported.

In fact, I was aware of nothing till I awoke, how long after I could not imagine, in my bunk with my boots off.

It was dark.