Two o'clock in the morning
Nevertheless it was Sidney , her hair blowing about her , eyes looking out , tender lips smiling . When she was not at home , it sat on K. 's dresser , propped against his collar-box . When she was in the house , it lay under the pin-cushion . Two o'clock in the morning , then , and K. in his dressing-gown , with the picture propped , not against the collar-box , but against his lamp , where he could see it . He sat forward in his chair , his hands folded around his knee , and looked at it . He was trying to picture the Sidney of the photograph in his old life -- trying to find a place for her . But it was difficult .