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Friday 26 February 2016

Time

The clock struck 6.
He knew this meant he had another hour in which to sleep. He turned over and attempted to drift into the land of nod.
The clock struck 7.
He was still awake, but felt sleepier than he'd ever felt before. He knew he could stay in bed a while longer without being late.
The clock struck 8.
He was fast asleep. He would now be late, but didn't know it yet.
The clock struck 9.
He was still asleep. It was also the time he should be getting off the bus right outside his office.
The clock struck 10.
He'd just phoned his boss who'd luckily bought the tale of an all-night sickness and diarrhoea session. Now he had a day off to do with what he pleased.
The clock struck 11.
He was still in bed. He couldn't decide what to do. There was no way he could go into town; somebody might see him and the game would be up.
The clock struck 12.
He sat in his dressing gown watching a film. He'd seen it a hundred times before and knew every word. He was barely concentrating on it anyway.
The clock struck 1.
He was bored, bored beyond belief. He went into the kitchen and opened a cupboard. He found the bottle of 20-year-old malt he'd been saving. He broke the seal and took a swig. Divine.
The clock struck 2.
He was quite drunk. Actually, he was the most drunk he'd ever been. He couldn't focus on anything and he was quite close to losing consciousness.
The clock struck 3.
The nearly-empty bottle slipped from his hand and bounced on the floor. He didn’t hear it. He was covered in vomit and he was no longer breathing.
The clock marched on.

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