Each day I wake up look at my alarm clock and sigh it's another day. I stretch halfway falling off the bed and I grunt. It's 7:30 am. Mom is in the kitchen making ruckus putting away dishes into the dishwasher. I sigh again knowing now that I'm awake I won't be able to go back to sleep. I usually don't have dreams, and if I do they really confuse me, and I can't piece them together. But last night I had a dream about some sort of behavioral hospital like the one I went to. It was familiar but different at the same time. I realized I felt at home there more than I've ever felt in my life. I had friends that loved me for who I was; I was protective over them, I was happy with them. But here I am technically the only child being adopted into a different family than my siblings. My brother lives down the road from me about a mile or so. But we haven't seen each other for about 3 or 4 months. I sigh again quietly and wrap my hand around my necklace. It's a golden airplane it was a keychain I got from Washington D.C my brother loves airplanes. Mom finally finished putting away the dishes and gets onto her computer I can tell by the occasional clicks from her mouse and the WASD keys being pressed down loudly. Surprised she's not on discord talking to her gaming buddies at the top of her lungs. I constantly remind her that the mic is right next to her mouth she doesn't need to scream but she says she can't hear herself. That doesn't mean they can't. I close my eyes for a minute knowing that I'm awake and there's nothing I can do about it I fig-it with my tv remote and I turn it on. Clicking on Netflix I scroll through my list, the Vampire Diaries is something I recently got into but I made it to the 3rd season out of 9 I don't really want to watch it. Day 1 of my life thank you for reading.