What is "blissfully"

Usage examples of "blissfully".

Tom Cadge slept blissfully on in the backseat, and Shar contemplated the Gate from the hood of the car, a fox of white jade wrapped in shiny silver gift wrap.

At her feet, Caille sat cross-legged with the tavern cat upside down in the cradle of her legs, its eyes squinched shut and its head flung blissfully back against her as she stroked its throat.

After the bright glare of the sun, the cool entrance hall at Dilling ham Court was blissfully shaded.

Deep and dreamless was my rest, until in the dark of night I found myself nudged from that blissfully empty sleep into that hovering place that is between sleep and waking.

The fattish bloke turned to his friends, who were blissfully sniffing their armpits.

Michael stirred and mumbled something unintelligible before rolling over and starting to snore gently, blissfully ignorant to the fact that Emma was watching him.

The dowager duchess chortled and her sharp eyes moved to Tess, who was standing near the doorway, one arm around Evelyn, who was leaning blissfully against her good side, and Nidget at her feet.

Simon Swade would continue to remain blissfully ignorant that The Shadow had made a successful raid.

Vanyel chuckled, knowing the Archpriest was blissfully unaware of his relationship with Stefen.

Kombo, on the other side of the buttress, was silent too, for in the joy of a full stomach, and under the influence of pituri, he slept blissfully beside his camp fire, and dreamed not of Debil-debil nor of mythical monsters.

The schnauzer groaned blissfully, then shook his head vigorously when Monk withdrew his hand.

More time passed blissfully in the warm pool then she was hauled out for her hair to be rinsed and scrubbed a final time.

At the moment Florent entered the studio that work so completely absorbed the attention of the painter that he did not hear the door open any more than did Madame Steno, who was smoking cigarettes, reclining indolently and blissfully upon the divan, her half-closed eyes fixed upon the man she loved.

Bitter Lemon, put both on a maple block and selected a tall glass, paused to take off her cardigan sweater, her blouse and bra, dropped them on the floor, shuddered and puckered, made her drink, added circles of clear ice from a dispenser, tasted, smacked her lips, unsnapped her skirt and dropped it, too, shuddered until her bones rattled, walked in her soot-colored panty hose to the mists of the hot tub, handed down her drink for him to hold and, still wearing the pantyhose, stepped down blissfully into roiling water and sat beside him, a hand dangling on his damp hot shoulder.

Lucy Dalles had left him, tingling blissfully in every vein, the mundane thought that Tweet was probably awaiting him in the lodging house had obtruded itself and hurried him up the street.