It was pitch dark in the corridor and I had to feel my way along.
grope one's way along a darkened corridor
He felt his way across the room when the lights went out.
To feel or make(one's way) awkwardly.
I groped into the dark room and fumbled for the bed.
I rose from the floor and began to feel my way along the walls.
I crept along, fighting paralysis of the calves and the thighs.
Sir Oliver groped his way to a joint-stool, and sat down upon it, sick and white.
And when, at last, I shouldered the coracle, and groped my way stumblingly out of the hollow where I had supped, there were but two points visible on the whole anchorage.
Hands out gropingly, he went toward Katherine.
She pushed blindly past him and made for the door.
If he wandered off he quartered back and forth until he was on the gravel again.
He puttered to her car and fumbled for her car door.
She felt along the wall for the door.
It was pitch-dark. I stumbled along, groping my way.
Then he found the sheet and the sail filled and he brought the skiff onto her course.
The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way towards the lagoon.
His mind groped to make the connection.