eleven o'clock in the morning
And , because of the struggle I had vexed them with , they laced me extra tight . Then they rolled me over like a log upon my back . It did not seem so bad at first . When they closed my door , with clang and clash of levered boltage , and left me in the utter dark , it was eleven o'clock in the morning . For a few minutes I was aware merely of an uncomfortable constriction which I fondly believed would ease as I grew accustomed to it . On the contrary , my heart began to thump and my lungs seemed unable to draw sufficient air for my blood . This sense of suffocation was terrorizing , and every thump of the heart threatened to burst my already bursting lungs .