Sleepwalking my way through life: Broken time



Broken time

My watch is broken.

I broke it last night, the links flying apart after I furiously brought my fist down on my knee. The pain was momentary, gone as quick as it had came, but my watch on the other hand was lying on the floor in several pieces. I gingerly picked it up, making sure all its parts were present before rushing into an emergency operation to fix it.

This had happened once before at the Flogging Molly concert where my beloved watch collided with a person's face. I didn't notice it had broken off until Oli came up beside me and held it in front of my face. I cradled it in my hand before placing it carefully in my pocket, the re-attachment could wait until after the band. It was the same problem this time round, a small pin had bent over causing it to shake loose, causing one end of the strap to break away from the watch itself.

My watch laid limply as I tried to reconnect it's severed limb. It bravely ticked away, it's face not looking at where the hideous deformation was. I worked away for a good half hour, meticulously using my finger nails to press in the spring to fit it in. I was determined to make it work, to fix it again...

Eureka!

The pin was in place and secure. I strapped the watch on my wrist and looked at it as it ticked happily along, content with it's ability to serve it's purpose again. I smiled with it, proud of my accomplishment. I was so confident in my work that I even shook my wrist to prove it's durability to myself, a testament to my skill.

The watch landed on my carpeted floor, bouncing with a sickening chink of metal. The pin had broken, the insides splayed out beside the broken strap. The watch still lives on, counting it's days in it's incomplete form as it resides in the shadow of my pocket.

Now I need money to fix the damn thing.
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