He turns off the alarm and gets out of bed.
He stretches and relaxes his body, which had stiffened in his sleep, and takes a few deep breaths to clear his mind.
He washes his face in the shower.
She's using a cheap facial moisturizer she just replenished the other day, her skin is pretty dry, so she based her choice on both price and how useful it is.
She turns off the faucet after washing the lather off her face.
She rinses her mouth after scrubbing the toothbrush with toothpaste on her teeth and lightly wipes away the steam from the hot water that had dulled the mirror.
He averts his eyes from his reflection and slips his arms under the shirt he had ironed yesterday.
He puts on the tie and the pants of the one he had dry-cleaned, and finally the jacket.
He sits down in front of the breakfast that Mort, his father's caretaker, prepared at a round table for three.
- Good morning. -
He greets after taking the cutlery.
- Hmph, With a character like yours, The troubled family will never be at peace with you in charge. -
Was the response of his weak and haggard father.
Who couldn't help but sarcastically utter a few words.
After all, the problems of an old man's accumulated habits would not change until death.
- I have plenty of time to get to work. -
Was his reply before returning to the food.
Breakfast consisted of rice, egg, spinach and ''fish'' that was on sale and left over from yesterday's dinner.
Quickly Mort washed the dishes after he finished eating and put them in the drain basket.
He checks his electronic clock on the wall, it was 7:35.
It's only an eight minute walk to the nearest train station.
As he searches for his keys his mind wanders.
The apartment he lives in is big enough for three people to live in, with a living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom and three bedrooms.
It was on the third floor of an apartment complex from more than ten years ago.
Which did not include an elevator for her father's wheelchair.
She should clarify that her younger self, never thought of that detail when she decided to have a formal relationship with Mrs. Mortgage.
He actually imagined that at this age, the third bedroom would be occupied by a mischievous child, and his bed being shared with that special individual.
Her thoughts are cut short when she sees the calendar, and an excited smile appears as she reads the writing in bright marker.
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The preparation began.
With a small cotton ball covered in powder, she carefully applied to the surface of her face.
Giving it a clean, smooth texture.
She filled in her lips over the delicate base layer of her face, taking care to draw them smaller than her actual lip line.
Swirling the lipstick into the mouth of the tube and puckering her lips twice to make sure.
Then she applied a dab of light red blush to her cheeks to give the feeling of a natural blush.
She stared at her reflection, moving closer and then away to inspect her work.
She smiled.
It's perfect.
After finishing her makeup.
She reached down and pulled a hair straightener out of the drawer under the dresser.
She liked her hair long and straight.
When she finished, she decorated the wig with a red ribbon with pearls to match the red dress.
She sprayed herself lightly with perfume as a finishing touch and rose from her chair.
She exhaled a long sigh, leaving all thoughts behind.
Walking down the aisle, red heels clicking on the wooden floor with a "da da" sound and stopping at the end of the line.
The doors opened, that being their cue and finally it was their turn to walk on stage.
Shark walked and the corners of his mouth turned up before he knew it, he turned his head and kept up the pace, the other contestants in the contest entered with him.
After the procession, the entire packed theater was in full view, bright colors decorated the venue and chandeliers showing the past splendor of the theater.
In front of the stage, a table of jurors making decisions behind the scenes that control the fate of the participants.
And in the fourth row sits his small group of friends, around a sea of people; birds, insects, canines and more, applauding his arrival.
- Shark looks amazing. -
Whispers the wolf excitedly, this is his first approach to the Drag Queen world.
- And they haven't seen him in the talent competition. -
mused the snake.
- What does he do? -
Piranha mutters with a grin from ear to ear without taking his eyes off the stage.
- You never know! He has sung, danced, told jokes, and even played a drum solo. -
Lists the snake.
- Oh the drums! -
exclaims the spider in a low voice as he remembers.
- Once he was going to do a duet, but his partner left at the last minute, so Snake took a dress, a guitar and went on stage. -
He takes out his cell phone.
- I think I still have the video. . . -
- I still have the picture of what you did on New Year's! -
Threaten the snake.
- You promised to burn it! -
She looks at him in absolute horror.