        He didn’t sleep, but he drifted in a trance, completely oblivious to the moon tracking its path across the starry sky.  The fire burned low, and he occasionally threw more wood on it, although he was unaware of having done so.  If he had been asked, he would have denied it.  He finally came back to awareness as the sky was beginning to lighten, believing that he had fallen asleep in front of the fire.