the 25 hour man

It was probably a Friday. That's when it showed up the most. The end of the week. That's probably when it first dawned on me.

I'd wrap up those banal standardized tests a couple minutes early. I'd finish up my chem-lab before the others. Inexplicably, my watch would always run fast. Two-and-a-half minutes fast per hour, in fact.

I'm a 25 hour man, you see.

For good and for bad, for the 24 hours most of us get during a single rotation of the earth, someone saw fit to give me 25.