"Oh Jeece.." I moan, and it's morning. At least, I hope it's morning.
What time is it? Oh, yeah. I look to the clock.
"12 O'Clock." In the midnight? In the morning? I can't tell, my blinds are closed. I walk to
the window and pull up the blinds.
"Well, shit. It's 12 at night. God damn." You see, I have this horrible problem with sleep. I'm awake for 20 hours, and I fall asleep for 4, and I'm awake again; I feel fully rested. You might think that this is a good thing, something to enjoy, but it isn't. I swear to god I could go insane with this lack of sleep. It's not like this problem has always been around, and I don't know when it started, exactly. What I do for a living is I write. I write a lot, and I'm writing now. Right now, I'm writing about a man that can sleep for ages, because I write about wh