And I lay down feeling excited, but nervous.
For an hour I lay in that mud, feeling the water seep through, and then my friend pretty much carried me back to the car.
As I lay there, I was feeling a bit dubious about the whole thing, but equally curious.
As I lay there, I was feeling a bit dubious about the whole thing, but equally curious and ready to open up the sounds began to wash over me.
I lay there for a moment, feeling for blood.
I lay in the hospital bed, feeling my heart pound with excitement.
And yet, after I went home and the spell of her presence wore off, I lay on my bed feeling sad and empty and increasingly depressed, since not only was my encounter with Ershadi not unique but, worse, unlike Romi, I'd had no idea what it meant, or what I was supposed to do with it.
About me: Where was I? Why couldn't I lay hands on my feelings?" "As Consciousness" is the second of three projected volumes of Sontag's diaries, edited by her son, David Rieff.
I lay agape on the biting ground below, barely feeling it.
As I lay motionless on the ground, I sensed something familiar, a feeling I recalled from Ramallah, where, years before, I had lain under a cemetery-gray sky, waiting to die from a bullet wound in my back.
