Everyday I awake to a race with the clock. For as long as I can remember, world time and “my time” have never been on the same accord. Fifteen minutes of world time was equivalent to forty-five minutes of “my time”. I hit the reset button to undue my own doing. “I didn’t get my eight hours of sleep!” In all actuality I never do. I’ve slowed each second, each minute and each hour of every day to accommodate a self-relevant timing, only lucid in my own head. I am late!