The next day, Alex woke up with a smile. These days, he always wakes up with a fuzzy feeling inside him. His eyes still felt heavy. He rubbed his chocolate brown hair, entangling it more, and yawned loudly. A smile was still on his face. He threw the blanket aside, jumped out of bed, and ran straight to the bathroom. He showed up quickly and made himself presentable.
He sat in front of the mirror and first dried his hair with a towel. After that, he dried them with a hair dryer and hummed to himself. Looking at himself in the front-length mirror. He was quite pleased with his looks, and they were pretty presentable to impress someone.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed. Looking at the caller ID, he found that it was his father calling him. The call connected as his father's voice bloomed: "Hey Alex, how are you doing, my son?"
Alex smiled and answered, "Father, I am alright. How are you doing?"
