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Most daywalkers can’t understand
The phone rang yet again. The first time felt like just moments before. It could have been an hour for all I knew. The blackout curtains kept most of the sun out of the room and my clock was on the dimmest setting possible. With sleepy, watery eyes, I couldn’t tell what time it was.
The phone persisted and I had two choices. Ignore it and hope they don’t call again or answer. Having a good idea of who was calling, I chose the latter. They were the persistent type. It didn’t matter how often I tried to explain it to them, they just couldn’t understand. Daywalkers. They have no concept of a third-shift life.
“Did I wake you?”
“Yes,” I said. It wasn’t the first time either. Every day for the past two weeks she’d call at the same time.
“Why are you asleep? It’s two in the afternoon.”
“I work nights, remember?”
“So why don’t you get stuff done during the day? You have so much time available.”
“How much do you do in the middle of the night?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said, “I’m asleep. It’s nighttime.”
