Twilight watch
"This is an occupaion, to stand alone"
I suppose this is my least favorite part of the day. JUst about 630-7 AM. It marks the end of my domain and the start of the hibernation. Although i guess this is my favorite time of the day scenery-wise. I get to see everythign before anyone else does. It's a feeling of power i guess. I'm glad i have something for my own even if it is for less then half an hour. While everyone is still sleeping I prowl the night air searching for something to do, someone to share this nocturnal state with. My search always turns up empty. Always. Dammit. So i sit for about 6 hours piddling around not being able to sleep. The only thing to put me to sleep is the burning rays of the sun which marks the end of my rule. I think about what happens when(hopefully) i get a job or a family. How is this sleplessness going to work. I can't stay u till 6 sleep for 2 hours then go to work at 8 or sleep all day when my family is up and about. It's sad that the world isnt made to tailer fit people like me. Insted of celebrating the glory of the day i spend it wasting away under the sweet warmth of my blankets. Then when others are acceptign the sweet relief of sleep i lay by the side of my faithful computer, playing solitare, checking craigslist and dicking around. While my options are severly limited in terms of entertainment your's is not. So this might be a warning or an advisment. Enjoy this sleep while ou can and live your live while you can. I can no longer live like a normal person. Don't follow the same path. Savor daylight, stores and movie theaters while i hold out for the chance of a 24 hour shop or resteraunt. Treasure the sunlight, for it brings nothing but shut eyelids for some. I bring this sad fate partially apon myself by working a 3rd shift job. But Sleeplessness still clings to me outside of that, and it has for years, The sun is slowly rising, eyelids slowly getting heavy as if the rays were full of iron weights. The hum of the cars starting outside is my lullaby. Slowly fading, slumping down into the covers as the light peirces my eyes now appearing as slits. Dreading the beautiful day that inevitabilly sleep will claim for it's own, The computer is put aside and the pillow is brought to the head. Just another Sunday sacrificed to the night.