This thing following is a rough draft of a part of a short story. I am writing down pieces that I want to put in another story and I will piece it all together when I get the chance.

One night when I was sleeping, my older sister borrowed my alarm clock. I woke up during the night and for a second, I thought I couldn't open my eyes. The glowing red LED face was the only light source in sight from my bed and waking from these abstract dreams it takes me awhile to remember where I am. After a few minutes staring at the ceiling, I stopped feeling disoriented and remembered how tired I was.

When summer break started, I had been looking forward to it so much. Too much. For almost a month, I still couldn't shake this feeling of anxienty. It felt like no matter how much time I had, it still wasn't enough. At nights in bed, I would stare at the clock and tell myself that if I have not fallen asleep by 12:35, then i am getting back up. Then I couldn't sleep...but I couldn't bring myself to get up because it was too late. I have to be at school in seven hours. In 5 hours if I am not at school, then I am late. I don't want more make up work.

My older sister had stayed over a few nights during the summer, and she had to wake up to run errands. Here running errands is picking up medication and pawning off old Christmas presents where it's the thought that counts. When I woke up again in the morning, the sun outside was shining through the curtains and the blanket laid over the curtains into the room. The first thing to come into focus was my alarm clock, at the foot of my bed. I fell back asleep.

It's 3:48 in the afternoon. My younger sister is babysitting which here is talking on the phone and sleeping in other people's beds. My older sister left. I felt like I had gotten more rest now then I ever had. I didn't want to stay in bed, I was wide awake. It has been another month since I have used my clock.

I remember complaining about how summer is so boring. How summer is just a one-don from school. I remember that feeling of anxiety and being rushed. Now it is all gone. I don't lay in my bed trying to sleep. Or look at the clock wishing I was asleep because it is 2:30. I felt so relaxed and calm now, sleeping whenever I wanted. Sleeping because I was tired and getting up because I wasn't. When you waking/sleeping ratio doesn't fit in a 24 hour slot your schedule changes. When I was in my bed, the only indication as to what time it is was the sunlight. Disorientation is now less of a confusing state and more of a relaxing feeling. It took me a week to get used to this schedule and then the sun was my clock. It couldn't tell me the minute or the hour even...but it works against me just as well. On my wall their is a wooden clock in the shape of a wristwatch. I didn't realize that it was wrong until I checked it when after I stopped using my alarm clock. I never took it down though because unlike the alarm clock or the sun it doesn't tell me what time it is. If I compare it to the real time then every time I look at it I will know the time, then I'll be back where I started. Now I can sleep without thinking about what time I have to get up. Or when I want to get up. Maybe I'll write a self-help book. Maybe I'll sleep instead.