Whawas wid dese fuckin naps he slurred wiping sleep out of his eye  he moved the cat off his chest rolled onto his side and looked at the cheap round Timex on the cardboard box he used as a bedstand 

it saw him looking  it raised its hands in accusation pointed its stubby fingers at him  1:27 

he yawned in its face wide  the force of the yawn shut his eyes

he conceded to the nap at 11:33 

laying down he figured the nap might have had something to do with prime numbersnope ones no primethree is  not thirtythree  but a three an three were

he didnt figure much beyond that because indie his cat jumped up on the bed near his hip  he sat up and snatched him then held him to his chest as he laid back down

indie didnt need any persuasion  he purred  he could feel indie vibrate his ribs

he closed his eyesprime numbers

he was out like a light     

electricity gone

he worked part-time  nights

got home

had a light supper so it didnt lay heavy in his belly when he went to sleep

he didnt have a set schedule

hours fell weekdays weekends  mishmash

finally after a year and a half he requested a couple of weekends or a couple of weekend days off a month  he figured a year and a half were dues

he asked it of the new management hires

management hires turned over quickly

this was the third he was under in his year and a half with the company

this management asked him if hed consider entering managementNo  No thank you  I dont agree with much corporate does and if one enters management one has to drink the kool-aid  they cant throw rocks at the glass house

Id rather throw rocks

his naps werent the result of working evenings weekend evenings for a year and a half

they werent the result of him being depressedhe wasnt depressedyou had to have feelings to be depressed

he cauterised his years agostood too close to the fire that consumed his wife blackened her unrecognisable to everyone but him

hell  he recognised her in his dreams when she came to him disguised as other women

he frustrated her in death as in lifeHow did you know it was me

The hell  ya kiddin me babe  you can change the colour of your eyes change the face youre tryin to hide them in  but you cant change for a moment the way youve always looked at me Not ever  Ill know you no matter who you look like

not work

not depression

not lack of sleephe slept like a rock

not lifting at the gym or the swimmingphysically exhausted

not boredumb

not nothing  really

probably just a break from the routine

and that aint never a bad idea

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