He half woke from a dream of agony and rage.
She half woke as he pulled a small table between their chairs, and he spoke her name gently.
He half woke later, hearing her moving around in the room, and tried to speak, but found he couldn't make his mouth form coherent words.
She half woke from the hard dreams.
She half woke, her eyes still closed, and put an arm around my waist.
When she buried her face in him, he half woke and held her comfortably, and slept again.
Once he half woke to bright daylight and to the sharp black shadow of the slope falling across him.
He half woke and turned restlessly in the royal bed.
Then the dream went and he half woke, feeling too tired to even try to move, allowing himself to sleep on.
She half woke, as he pulled off her boots, and coat.