My body lay dead in the jacket, though I still inhabited the skull.

In vain I strove to will my foot to tap my message to Morrell.

I reasoned I had a foot.

And yet, so thoroughly had I carried out the experiment, I had no foot.
Next--and I know now that it was because Morrell had spelled his message quite out--I pursued my way among the stars and was not called back.
After that, and in the course of it, I was aware, drowsily, that I was falling asleep, and that it was delicious sleep.

From time to time, drowsily, I stirred--please, my reader, don't miss that verb--I STIRRED.
I moved my legs, my arms.