The Collaborative International Dictionary
drowsing \drowsing\ adj. prenom. sleeping lightly.
Syn: drowsy, dozing(prenominal), napping(prenominal), nodding(prenominal).
Wiktionary
n. The act of one who drowses. vb. (present participle of drowse English)
WordNet
Usage examples of "drowsing".
A brief Wit-quest found a satiated wolf drowsing in the dappling sunlight between two big roots of an oak tree.
The question popped unexpectedly into Varian's drowsing mind and shook her out of the brief spate of self pity.
She jerked her shoulders irritably, arching her back, and peered down at Orlith who lay drowsing beside her clutch of eggs.
Holth raised her head and Duluth looked over at him from where he was drowsing in the sun, a peaceful green color in his many-faceted eyes.
Undoubtedly Mnementh had been as repelled by the dragon, as a man like F'lar would be by the rider-unrider, Lessa corrected herself, sardonically glancing at the drowsing S'lel.
She held up her right arm, exhibiting the drowsing golden lizard, the outlines of her latest meal pressing sharp designs against her belly hide.
So F'lessan gave the drowsing bronze an affectionate rub and went out to the ledge of his weyr.
Some days we lay drowsing in the late afternoon hours before we roused to hunt and then travel, the sun warm on our bellies or backs, the insects buzzing a sound like sleep itself.
When finally all the others were already drowsing in their sleeping skins, she set up a game on the board and bade me study it.
Morgaine had swallowed a cup of hot milk with honey in it, and herbs against the bleeding, and now she lay drowsing, weary, not even stirring as Morgause bent to kiss her lightly on the brow.
Morgaine, slipping quietly out of the door past the drowsing watchman, cast a glance at the sky.
A long time after, she came to herself and knew that she was washed clean and dressed in a clean shift and lying in bed beside Uriens, with one of her women drowsing on a stool at her side.
Captain Roland was drowsing by his bedside, head tipped against the chair back, mouth open.
Laurence was drowsing on the dragondeck, sheltered by the shadow of Temeraire’s body from the direct force of the sun.
He felt wide-awake after the long day drowsing, and yet there was something curiously dream-like about walking through the foreign dark, the soft black boots of the guide making hushing noises over the stones, the smoke of cooking fires drifting from the nearby houses, muted light filtering from behind screens and out of windows, and once a snatch of unfamiliar song in a woman’s voice.