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He did not need a watch on his left wrist, nor an alarm clock to wake him up in the morning. He knew what time it was every minute of the day. He intuitively knew when to wake up. Going to sleep was his problem.
Sleep eluded him like a woman trying to escape from an unwanted lover. Like a fly escaping from a swatter. Like Criss Angel escaping from a straight jacket. Sleep was the woman he loved the most, but sleep ran when he tried to catch her.
Eventually, sleep would finally yield to his embrace and ravish him with kisses. The two would become one, but it would be a restless relationship because he always knew when to awake.
He hated his ability to keep perfect time. .
Written by Jacob Bembry, September 15. 2010
Jacob's Ladder 