The next morning, I wake up slowly. I stretch lazily, pulling my pillow closer to my body. I slowly open my eyes and glance at Alex who is laying there peacefully, not having moved an inch. After a few seconds of gazing at him lovingly, I roll over onto my back and close my eyes. I hear movement coming from the direction of the closet and peek one eye open. I squint my eyes, trying to see what Alex is doing.

Eventually, I manage to open my other eye and see that Alex has taken off the blanket covering his torso and is standing in front of the mirror wearing...