"Zany? Honey are you awake?" my dad asked from the other side of the door. I rolled over to face the glass wall and stared at the curtains that block the view outside. The sound of my bedroom door opening pierced through the pregnant silence hanging in the air, followed by my dad's soft yet firm footsteps as they neared my bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, and I was unmoved in my spot, hardly blinking.