eight o'clock
It became clear to me as early as that first night of immortality that the more familiar a man was with matter on the earth and its ways and possibilities , the more easily could he make his constructions on that plan of thought . The whole of that night I lay in this state of creative joy and I know that my body remained motionless . It seemed that only a film divided me from the use of my limbs , but that film was definite . At eight o'clock on that morning , I became aware of a vague feeling of strain . It was a very slight sensation , but its effect was to make the thoughts that occupied my consciousness to become less definite . I had to make an effort to keep them distinct . The strain slowly became greater .