I was not then a bit sleepy, at least so I thought, but I must have fallen asleep, for except dreams, I do not remember anything until the morning, when Jonathan woke me.

I think that it took me an effort and a little time to realize where I was, and that it was Jonathan who was bending over me.
My dream was very peculiar, and was almost typical of the way that waking thoughts become merged in, or continued in, dreams.
I thought that I was asleep, and waiting for Jonathan to come back.

I was very anxious about him, and I was powerless to act, my feet, and my hands, and my brain were weighted, so that nothing could proceed at the usual pace.

And so I slept uneasily and thought.

Then it began to dawn upon me that the air was heavy, and dank, and cold.