7:30

Eyes stuck shut as I gather,

Not knowing where I was.

At school, home, outside,

Or maybe just in my head.

A shock, runs through the body,

As I decipher my moment.

All senses — — smells, touch, sound;

Especially sound; taste, and sight;

Yet fading — — now I understand.

The sounds were unbearable;

The repeating noise of a clock,

And a phone; combined; create cacophony.

No reason to get out as I turn them off,

Until a very tall reason walks into my room.

My eyes aren’t stuck, I know where I am,

(maybe?) as my rest,

Suddenly turns into unrest.

The world hits 6th gear

I spring through the routine.

No time to eat, we gotta go!

Someone yells (7:39?) as I grab my

Ticket on the ride to this poem.

As I settle in; however; I relax,

And enter the same state I was in before,

Even after I hear her say — -

Declan make sure you…