I would fall asleep, and often I would be awake again for short snatches only, just long enough to hear the regular creaking of the wainscot, or to open my eyes to settle the shifting kaleidoscope of the darkness, to savour, in an instantaneous flash of perception, the sleep which lay heavy upon the furniture, the room, the whole surroundings of which I formed but an insignificant part and whose unconsciousness I should very soon return to share.
Berriro hartzen ninduen loak, eta handik aurrera iratzar-aldi llabur bat edo beste besterik ez tarteka, asti apur bat doi-doi zurajeen karraskada organikoak entzun, iluntasunaren kaleidoskopioa finkatze aldera begiak ireki, eta, kontzientziaren argi-une bati esker, denok, altzariek, ganberak, eta nik neuk ere, laster berriro bereganatuko ninduèn soraiotasun hartan parte ttipi bat besterik ez bainintzen, osatzen genuèn lo-zorro orokor hura dastatzeko.