about
three in the morning
So here I was , resentful as all hell because I was denied the pleasure of living in the strong body of a Mekstrom . It was not fair . Although Life itself is seldom fair , it seemed to me that Life was less fair to me than to others . And then to compound my feelings of persecution , I woke up once about three in the morning with a strong urge to take a perceptive dig down below . I should have resisted it , but of course , no one has ever been able to resist the urge of his sense of perception . Down in the living room , Catherine was crying on Phillip Harrison 's shoulder . He held her gently with one arm around her slender waist and he was stroking her hair softly with his other hand .