Routine

I close my eyes. They sting so I reopen them, I look through blurred vision.

/breathe in for 4, out for 8/

I try to keep my hold on my pen, but it's like a 50 lb weight in my hand, so I put in down and reread my report.

/find 5 things you can see, 4 things you can touch/

My breathing becomes shakier and quicker, am I dying? This must be it for me.

I'm sorry Mrs. Birch, I didn't mean to steal your candy when I was in your class. And why didn't I turn in my apron from my last job, they must be so mad at me...

I try to stand but my legs are jelly and I fall right back into my chair, I can feel their stares, I know they're staring. please, pleasepleaseplease stop STARING AT ME!

/look for 3 things you can hear, 2 things you can smell/

Fingers turning numb, my vision blacks out, I have to get out of hear, this is a disaster zone. I can't breathe, I think I'm falling asleep, maybe then I won't wake up.. and face these terible people, don't they know staring is rude... what was i saying?.. i cant remember..

My sight turns dark.

/1 thing you can taste/