Faint snores proceeded from the basket in the corner where Aida, the Pomeranian, lay curled in refreshing sleep.
Faint snores greeted me in the living room.
Faint snores rattled the jug on the washbasin; these were no longer the full-nosed roars of a quick forty-winks catnapper, but the well-paced growls of someone who intends to make a night of it.
Faint snores were coming from the volume entitled Ook.