Coming up for air?

So I had a bit of a difficult evening last night, and so when I work up on my sofa at two-thirty in the morning, I pretty much figured that I’d be a bit the worse for wear this morning. But when I heard the call to prayer from my neighbours bedroom through the connecting wall at six-thirty in the morning, I seriously thought I’d go insane. Unable to sleep again, I showered and slumped in front of the TV to pass the time. Except that forty minutes after slumping, I noticed that time had passed two hours and forty minutes. At this point I realised that my watch had stopped during the night and that I was already twenty minutes late for work. When I finally arrived I plugged myself into some music and have barely surfaced all day…