I am an early bird. Always have been, likely always will be.

Which is an absolute sin to any other college student.

But its not like I can really help it. On my dad’s side, I come from a long line of bed at 7, awake at 4 early birds. Now, I’m not quite that bad. Usually bed by 11 or 12, awake by 7 or 8. This actually makes me a night owl by the standards of Dad’s side. Which is pretty funny.

But I digress.

I am usually first to go to bed between my new roommate and I as well, and first to wake up. So, it was a strange occurrence indeed when she went to sleep at the same time as me last week. As I lay there in my bed, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dark, let me invite you into my inner thoughts…

Wow, its dark in here. And so quiet. I wonder if that will make it harder to fall asleep for me. I’m used to lights on. Roommate on the phone. Loudly. TV still on in the living room… Man. Its STILL really dark. Why aren’t my eyes adjusting yet? Oh man! What if there’s something wrong with them from always being the first one asleep, with all the lights usually on!?? I HAVE NO NIGHT VISION!!! OH, DEAR GOODNESS GRACIOUS SAKES ALIVE!!! I’M DISABLED!! I KNOW IT!!  Ok, ok, calm yourself down. Maybe tonight’s just a really dark night… Ask roommate…

Followed by:

“Um, Roommate?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“Is it always this dark in here?”

She’s promised never to let me live down that question.