seven in the morning
He was so tired that he clean forgot the little birds , and flung himself , face down , on his bed to rest . He did not wake until the next morning at seven . It was so dark that he had to strike a light to see the face of his watch . Now he knew that it should not be dark at either seven in the morning or seven at night ; and he felt very strange . The room was full of the unclean smells of his chemicals , and he groped his way to the window to get air . But the outdoor air was murky and he saw that a heavy cloud had settled just above the chimney pots . This cloud seemed to palpitate , as though made of a million beating wings .