Again

Eve awoke in her usual manner-- lazily greeting another move through time. Time was an instrument to measure an eternity she was cursed to wrestle with beginning at her own inception. Clocks told her she missed the early human hours. Most would be salivating for the daily lunch special by now she figured; however, her propensity to wake shortly before noon was only the natural rhythm of a deeply ingrained nocturnal orbit. The night shift of the watch made for an ugly morning person.