New Normal

Right before I went to bed, I set an alarm for 5 am. I've always enjoyed waking up early and taking in the surreal-ness of being awake when no one else is and when time seems to be at a standstill. Plus, I can take a shower and wash my face without having to wait in a crowded line. "Good night Noah," I say to him. He pokes his head up and says "Goodnight!" I wrap myself in the blanket I brought from home and inhale the lingering smell of my room. Is it even my room anymore? I wonder what my parents have done with it. I turn over and face plant into my pillow, which also smells like my room. I can't seem to escape the smell of my room, which is almost comforting. Weird to think that one day or another it'll absorb the smells of this room and one day I'd be comforted by this smell. On a normal night, I might be studying or playing video games or reading. But I guess this is my normal now. Normal for me is going to sing with Noah and waiting in line for a shower. Normal for me is shopping at GoodWill for dresses with Noah instead of the men's section of the mall with my dad. Normal for me is wearing skirts and getting jobs. Normal for me is... me. Just me being me. With that calming thought, I drifted off to sleep.