The solid weight of it felt good there against his ribs.

It was difficult to recall what "weight" felt like in the first place.

The weight of it in her palm just plain felt bad.

The solid weight felt, as usual, appropriate in his hand.

The weight of the revolver, against her left side, felt good.

The collapsed weight on top of her didn't feel like a dream.

The weight of the disruptor felt right in his hand.

She took the knife from it, felt its weight in her forbidden left hand.

But after a week the pain was gone, and the weights felt natural.

The weight of fear felt as if it added about twenty pounds to me.