I fidgeted with the DVD player until the movie started playing. I've watched the sixth season of The Big Bang Theory a million times but it never gets old.
I walk over to the brown couch, pull my Batman cover over me, and stared at the TV.
He's staring at me. I look over to the blue recliner and see him move casually. Definitely looking at me.
I watch another episode and hear him moving. He gets up, walks the small width of the living room, and sits, crisscrossed, next to the couch. He leans his head on my side.
This is normal. This is our normal. No talking, no anything. Just being in the same room. Doing absolutely nothing.
We lay that way for a while. Sheldon singing Christmas carols in the background. All I hear is white noise and his breathing.
We lay for hours. It was silent. I play with the soft black hair that fell in front of his eyes. He looks up and I can tell he's about to fall asleep.
He stands, sits next to me, and holds me in his arms. After that, the world faded into a whimsically colored dream.
This is normal. This is our normal.