I am not sure how to explain what happened properly. It was one of those situations where the creativity ran so freely that it really pulled me in. That the mental cinema was running on full power. Complete immersion in the writing. Finishing that and stepping out of it came along with an intense sensation of... loss I suppose. Hence the world burned. But since nobody else experienced this... the Friday for everyone else just went on.
In other words, you were talking about your own experiences with writing... am I wrong?