In-dependent of time

It was three years since I decided not to use a watch, and yeah, it could be a triviality, but I was living happier. I let myself be guided by my feelings, although sun position sometimes helped me too. It hasn´t been bad: by that time I wasn´t late to work or any meeting, but I started to get angry with all those constantly looking at their watches, breaking something as simple as enjoying the mutual company.

Then it was time to retire the alarm clock. One day I forgot to switch it on and I didn´t have problems waking up on time, so decided to stop using it. Run out of battery soon and it´s on forty-three past five since then.

It was following by the kitchen and living room clocks. I don´t remember if it was before or after, but the radio also lost the time during an electrical power failure and I didn´t bother to get it back.

Nowadays it´s just the tv where I can see the exact moment of the day, and I leave it due to my nephews, the only ones who turn it on, and the mobile, which I´m seriously thinking about burying in the garden.

I was used to the lack of time, and so when I decided to tell Martin to live with me didn´t think about that detail, that even when he respects my decision, is dependent on time himself. Every night take off his watch and leave it in the nightstand drawer. My head can just concentrate on its rhythmic tic-tac, tic-tac, TIC-TAC, TIC-TAC.

I´ve been three nights without sleeping. We´ve talked about it: he insists on his need to hear the time as well as I do to urgently to get rid of that junk. This is going to end our relationship.