Midnight
I finished my unpacking and sat down at my writing-table . I am not accustomed to heed time . There never has been anyone to care what hours I kept , and I work best at night . Midnight was long past when I thought of rest . I declare that I thought of nothing more ; not even recalling the vague unease felt on entering the room . A day spent in the fresh air , followed by an evening of hard work and journeyings between the piano and table , had left me utterly weary . When I lay down , it was to sleep at once .