She looked at her lips in the mirror. The feeling of the lipstick gliding on the skin of the lips, while she looked at the happening itself in the reflection, made her feel fulfilled for a minute. After the usual ritual, she always sat down on her bed, in the darkened bedroom with all the outfits on the hangers, all over the closet doors. She used to breathe ten times in, and out, in – and – out – because that was the secret number. The secret number to what happened in her oh, so secret life!