I’m waiting at the front door, watching my dogs sniff around outside. My hair is still damp from the shower.
“What are you doing up?” I hear my mom ask.
“Went to bed early,” I reply, “had a migraine so I laid in bed until I fell asleep,” I reply.
It was 11:30, not really early but early for me. I usually stay up well until 1, sometimes past 1.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“I went to bed before midnight,” I continue, ignoring her, “woke up at four and went back to sleep.”
“Are you okay?” she asks again, “now?”
It’s such a weird question at first, I’m up and about, generally in a good mood, I guess. It’s early but if I wasn’t okay, I’d still be in bed, sleeping.
“Yeah,” I reply and open the door for my dog. A wave of cold air washes over my damp hair, a dull ache in the back of my head.