It was something oddly resembling six A.M. Not quite six A.M. and yet somehow, feeling as if it were. It was one of those strange howl at the moon sort of things where you feel deep down within your very core that it was six A.M but somehow you feel yourself drawn to the clock to confirm your thoughts only to find it was nothing of the sort. You think for a second that perhaps the clock is wrong. That is how much trust you have in youself. You look at another clock and then pass off the time as merely a coincidence that two clocks are off by the same amount of time. You check another clock and then turn on the TV and turn to some station that is off the air but has one of those clock showing. There it is again! "But... but...," you begin to protest, but then stop. Damn them all. Damn them all if they think its five fifty three. You know deep within your very fibres that its six O'clock. You'll fight and die for your cause if challenged. But your not, so you go to sleep. In your dreams you dream of six O'clock and smile. Your sheets are wet in the morning.