6:30
Opened them , and lay a moment , bridging the morphean chasm that lay between last night and this morning . It was 6:30 A.M. . It is bad enough to open one 's eyes at 6:30 on Monday morning . But to open them at 6:30 on Tuesday morning , after an indigo Monday ... . The taste of yesterday lingered , brackish , in Martha 's mouth . `` Oh , well , it wo n't be as bad as yesterday , anyway . It ca n't . ''