about midnight
That uncertainty of mine was , of course , just the idea they wanted to nourish in my mind . They were doing it by leaving me alone with my mental merry-go-round . Again I hit the sack out of sheer boredom and I turned and tossed for what seemed like hours before I dropped off to sleep , wondering and dreaming about who was to be the next visitor with a bill of goods to sell . The next visitor came in about midnight , or thereabouts . I woke up with the realization that someone had come in through the outer door and was standing there in the semi-dark caused by a bright moon shining in through my barred window . `` Steve , '' she said , in a near whisper . `` Go away , '' I told her .