A man never sleeps , has never had to , and does n't suffer physically from this condition ... What would he do ? What would his life be like ?

Alone. Not sleeping, you spend a lot of time alone. Not sleeping, there is a lot of time for reflection alone. You tend to think a lot and learn a lot. You learn that there is something wrong with you. It's not a matter of being unique, like a snowflake. No, no, no -- you are an anomaly, a creature who has broken habit and has thereby distanced himself from the workings of nature. It's not long before you notice that the natural chemistries that determine our way of life are no longer applicable to you. As the world slowly turns off its light, as procedures rewind themselves, you find yourself caught between two worlds. 
 
 Or at least, that's how I've always felt about it. There are things that happen at the darkest hours that the hourly man is disconnected from. There, I reside, and there, I slowly fade from, an existence stuck in the fringes of light and dark, belonging in neither sphere of awareness. The darkness is a place of creation and destruction, the light, a confirmation of the things that the darkness thought it could hide. I do not create, I do not destroy, I do not confirm, and I do not try to hide; I simply *am*, and that is the most hideous thing of all. 
 
 I envy those who escape to another world; I have heard and read about dreams, the horrors and the ecstasy that resides within a person's nervous sleep-ticking, and I am all too aware of the existence of just one reality. The awareness is truly the worst of all; I have sat awake, waiting for my neighbor's alarm to ring. I have sat awake through others' nocturnal bliss, through murderous intent conveyed only by the muffled shouts and gunshots from the streets below. I have sat awake through it all, alone. Alone, because I am not natural; alone, because others envy what they do not have. Alone, because I can not be made to function in something created by a sleeping society. Alone, because I have to be. This is where I was conceived, and this is where I remain -- alone.
