VII. Can’t Sleep Past Six
by valerie shultz
July 16, 2011
I’ve been awake since 0455 hours. My alarm didn’t go off. I didn’t need to be up yet. There was no one making noise. I was just awake. Yesterday at breakfast I mentioned I was worried about sleeping in too late because my alarm clock (better known as a phone in the states but it doesn’t function as such here) had died and I’d been unable to charge it for lack of an adapter.
When I said that, Jeremy said, “Don’t worry. You can’t sleep past six here anyway.”
Hmph, I thought. He doesn’t know me all that well yet. I’m lucky if I get to sleep by four o’clock in the morning most days, so I’m certainly not up at six. Not voluntarily anyway.
But here I am. I can’t sleep past six. I think Jeremy cursed me. Freakin’ Jeremy.