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 ?

It took me a short a little while to realize just how odd my new roommate was. He never put blankets on his bed and I rarely saw him there. I'd stumble in late at night, find him at his computer sitting in the kitchen, or lounging with a book in his hands and one leg over the back of the couch. I'd say goodnight, and he'd say it back. When I got up in the morning he'd be making breakfast or showering after an early morning workout. 
 
 I figured he just went to bed after I did and woke up before. An impressive feat considering I was sleeping a measly 4 - 6 hours a night between homework and parties. 
 
 I got used to it and after awhile started thinking nothing of it. One night I woke up with terrible stomach pain and hobbled at of my room at 4 am to discover him just sitting at the kitchen table, eating a piece of bread, and talking in German to someone over Skype. I made my way to the bathroom and when I emerged his call had ended. So I asked him, flat-out, `` Dude, do you ever sleep?'' 
 
 `` Not really. No.'' 
 
 I went back to bed, but somehow I believed him. The next night I bought a couple of energy drinks, steeped some coffee, and prepared to stay up. I did pretty well until about 3. We talked -- I mean really talked -- for the first time. I learned that he spoke not only German but also Korean and Spanish fluently. He had also studied Latin and a smattering of Greek and Hebrew. He told me he always had a lot of time on his hands. He told me it made good sense to use it. 
 
 I woke up on the couch with a half cup of coffee and two empty Monsters sitting on the floor. I ’ m not sure when I fell asleep but he had laid a blanket over me. He was still there, sitting facing the window. 
 
 “ What are you doing? ” I asked. 
 
 “ I ’ m waiting for the sun to rise. ” 
 
 I wanted to say more, but he seemed so contented. Things were quiet and peaceful. I closed my eyes and fell back asleep. 
 
 I never tried staying up with him again. I mean, I had my share of late nights, but always for other reasons. I had homework to do or beer to drink. In the early morning he ’ d move in front of the window and just stare into the darkness. If I asked, he ’ d tell me he was just waiting for the sun to rise. 
 He tended to unnerve guests. I ’ d bring a girl over and sometime in the night she ’ d try to slip off and find him sitting in the next room. I got a reputation for being the guy with the “ spooky ” roommate. Some of the guys started calling him “ Spooky ” -- a title he didn ’ t appreciate. 
 
 I guess I fell into that sometimes. He scared off a date of mine once. I had fallen asleep and she snuck off to use the restroom. When she came out the door he was just sitting there in the darkness staring out the window. She jumped and let out a yelp. I tried to explain that it was just his way, but she was upset. She grabbed her purse and left. 
 
 “ You can be really weird sometimes, ” I said. 
 
 “ Huh? Oh. I ’ m sorry, but you ’ re the one that spends a third of his day lying comatose in the state closest to death. I ’ m not the weird one. ” 
 
 It struck me as oddly true. There was something unnerving about passing out at just the time most predators are most active. And what if you didn ’ t wake up? Would you even notice the difference? 
 
 I left him alone about it until one early morning I caught him staring out into the pitch black. He told me he was waiting for the sun to rise, but it was raining outside. 
 
 “ It ’ s going to be too cloudy, ” I said. 
 
 “ It isn ’ t about the sun, ” he said. 
 
 “ What is it about then? ” 
 
 “ The people. I ’ m waiting for everyone to wake up. ”
