She’s asleep.

He was asleep.

I’ve been asleep.

He looked at John asleep.

“Maybe he’s asleep,” I said.

Jack was lying asleep on the bed.

A man sat at a table in the corner asleep.

The Indian had been asleep, face down in the sand.

This set his heart to pounding and he hurried back to his room but Cornelia was asleep.

In the far corner the man was still asleep, snoring slightly on the intaking breath, his head back against the wall.

He had waved the waiter away and sat reading the paper and occasionally looking down at Manuel, asleep, his head on the table.