There are some signs that I'm not a child anymore. I walked through my house tonight in the pitch black darkness for a glass of water, and for what I believe to be the first time in my life, it did not scare me that the shapes seemed to fade in and out. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and walked around the island in my kitchen with a pattern of footsteps I have learned without realizing I was memorizing. I touched the water dispenser on the refrigerator before filling my glass with my finger hanging over the edge to feel when the glass was full. I drank it quickly but with patience and calm. I walked up the stairs and to my room and climbed into my bed without turning any lights on. I feel a yearning for the man in my life to be next to me.
I guess there are signs, I'm not a child anymore.