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 ?

I've never slept a night in my life. From the day I was born to right this very second, I have n't once counted sheep or been tucked in by loving hands or hit the snooze button on a radio alarm clock. Every day I'm awake to see the sun's light arrive in slivers through the parallel gaps in my mini-blinds, and leave with a sunset that paints the sky to look like a cosmic bowl of orange sherbet. I live a mostly normal life. During the day, I'm content, but there's something about the early morning hours that really puts life into a funk. After Friendly's is closed, and the last of the people have cleared out from the bars, and the traffic lights flash yellow with the understanding that the world is asleep, their pulsating reminder to proceed with caution singing electric lullabies to the empty streets and cool fall air, I spend the night walking. The night is cool, and the damp sidewalks make music with the bottom of my shoes, squish squashing in the golden street lights. The pockets of my fleece sweater shield my hands from the cold as I walk. I miss her a lot on these nights. There's something about the calm, cool night that makes the idea of her hand in mine so much more compelling. There's no one to talk me through it, so I talk to the stars. They do n't have much to say, so I'll wait for the sun to rise. The sun is a friend, and chases away the loneliness of the night.
