Perhaps he was blessed, in that, as class went on, he didn't seem to have any more moments. Odd, he thought. School was a bit more stressful than trying to get to sleep, and stress had always been a trigger for him. In fact, he had been wary of today. But nothing happened.<br/><br/>One class passed... then another, and another... all the way up until lunch. He went down to the school store to buy some melon bread to eat, having a certain fondness for this particular food item. He took it with him up to the roof, where he liked to eat his lunch.<br/><br/>As he stepped out, he squinted a bit, the sun being oppressively bright today. He found a quiet little cranny where he hid himself to eat his bread, a mindful eye kept on that old, but reliable, pocket watch of his.  He knew that, some times, other kids would come up onto the roof to eat lunch there, or, perhaps, to hide out in order to skip class. He tucked himself into this small nook to be out of sight to anyone who might come up there.<br/><br/>It was nice. Quiet. Peaceful. Their wasn't anything going on around him, and this enabled him to slow his mind down without the need for meditation.  He enjoyed it when everything felt like it was going at a steady pace. It wasn't overwhelming.