I bring my hand up then brashly bring it down on the offending alarm clock, stopping the noise disturbing the air. I look up to the figure and see the time, 6:12. I groan and get out of bed, proceeding to go the shower. I take off my clothes, throwing them to the ground. I step inside the shower and let the hot water run down my tense body. I concentrate and think, think deeply about the events that have happened these past few months.

It’s been two months since Ashley came out to me, and to herself. Two months since I had that dreamless night. They continued after that though. Our friendship continued as well, we’re closer now too. We don’t talk too much about what happened, but we’re able to joke around about it a bit, sexual innuendos included. We’re good friends, nothing more. I don’t mind. I’m already in heaven. She already given me more then I could ever ask. We frequent the room the lot. We still go by our window, but we like it inside the room. She’s a lot lighter now too, like a huge burden was lifted off of her shoulders, I’m the same way.

I turn off the shower and get out, wiping my body off with a towel. I put on my clothes and head out. I dry my hair and put on my glasses before heading down for breakfast. I sit down on the island table to see dad cooking breakfast. He turns around and sees me but makes no movement to acknowledge I’m here. Glen and Clay come down only minutes later.

“Hey dad.” Glen beams.

A smile lights up on my dad’s face. “Hey son.” Dad hands him a plate full of breakfast, then Clay and finally, me. Clay is talking to dad about some big test that he aced yesterday, and every now and then, Glen joins in the conversation.

I look down to my breakfast but quickly look up again to see the interaction between the family, my family. At least I think so. It’s the little things that make me doubt that, now is just an example.

Mom comes through the door and quickly sits down. She had night shift last night so she’s just coming in now.