Yully dozed twice and forced herself up.
In spite of good intentions, he must have dozed as he woke to the sound of someone on the stairs.
At some point she dozed, and when she lifted her head, he was asleep, his head cradled on one arm as he slumped over the table.
She closed her eyes and dozed in the warm sun.
Eventually, she dozed off.
Troubled, she dozed, waking when she heard the knock at her door.
She dozed and awoke to the sound of something bumping her door.
I lay awake for hours until I finally dozed, dreaming of space ships and aliens with toupees.
She dozed in the car during the forty-five-minute drive into northern Virginia, where her sister's fiancé owned a mansion secreted behind towering shrubbery and a gate that swung open to welcome her.
She dozed as she drew, caught herself twice, then dropped into sleep, unaware that those who removed the boxes were coming next for her.
Death was waiting for Gabriel when he dozed off. He'd planned on staying awake and moving so she wouldn't catch up to them, but even he needed a short nap after three straight days of grueling travel in the underworld.
Each time she dozed off, she thought something was crawling on her bedroll.
He sat down, sank into thought, closed his eyes, and dozed off.
Carmen dozed in the chair a few times off and on until about midnight.
Bianca was gone, and the horse dozed next to the fence.
He again recalled all the details of the victory and his own calm courage during the battle, and feeling reassured he dozed off....
One day he would order his camp bed to be set up in the glass gallery, another day he remained on the couch or on the lounge chair in the drawing room and dozed there without undressing, while--instead of Mademoiselle Bourienne--a serf boy read to him.
Several times his head dropped low as if it were falling and he dozed off.
Toward dawn, Count Orlov-Denisov, who had dozed off, was awakened by a deserter from the French army being brought to him.
In Smolensk, at the Malakhov Gate, he had hardly dozed off in a paroxysm of fever before he was awakened by the bombardment of the town--and Smolensk held out all day long.
For a moment he dozed, but in that short interval innumerable things appeared to him in a dream: his mother and her large white hand, Sonya's thin little shoulders, Natasha's eyes and laughter, Denisov with his voice and mustache, and Telyanin and all that affair with Telyanin and Bogdanich.