A close word, sibling.

Is time a piece of string? an elastic band? a buy product of the industrial revolution?
Whatever, I had thought I'd got used to it, able to manage its vagaries and then last Thursday happened.
Time stopped. Then stretched.

That explained why no birthday wishes, no call, no catch-up.

Gone.
And now I awake and the day goes on and on until it is eventually time for bed, days since I woke up.

(From April 2018, R.I.P. Curly Pete)