"Fuck!"
His head was breaking into two. At least, that was how it felt as he cradled his head with the palms of his hands as he sat on the edge of the bed. Well, the bright light from the window was not helping.
He recalled he had a few drinks last night, but he guessed it was too much than usual as a terrible hangover loomed over his head, messing up with his brain.
Then, he suddenly realized that he had not changed from his jeans and shirt that he had worn yesterday. But there was no more time to change as he heard his son's voice inside the room.
"Mom, I..." He could still hear his son's voice. But the words were just jumbled letters as he tried to focus on controlling the buzz in his head.
But, of course, he had to push through the pain when he heard his son call to him. "Dad!" Honestly, he thought he would never get used to this father-and-son thing.
