Chapter 2
Gregor first woke up from his heavy swoon-like sleep in the
evening twilight. He would certainly have woken up soon afterwards
without any disturbance, for he felt himself sufficiently rested
and wide awake, although it appeared to him as if a hurried step
and a cautious closing of the door to the hall had aroused him.
Light from the electric streetlamps lay pale here and there on the
ceiling and on the higher parts of the furniture, but underneath
around Gregor it was dark. He pushed himself slowly toward the
door, still groping awkwardly with his feelers, which he now
learned to value for the first time, to check what was happening
there. His left side seemed one single long unpleasantly stretched
scar, and he really had to hobble on his two rows of legs. In
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