Tis the night of New Years Eve and outside the air is crisp and thesky is being lit up with fireworks. A beer is chilling in the breeze from the cold outdoors.
Inside things are different.
A man has cut his hair short, his bed is covered in cans of rice pudding and custard. He has cartons of cream, mayonaise, tomato sauce, cake topping and a bottle of fizzy cola. His year, like that of so many others has been difficult and he wants to start the new one in the only way he feels will do it justice.

He leaves the room and when he returns he is freshly washed and shaven all over. He takes a tin opener and tips various cans into the jugs he has brought up to his room to fill. Then makes up the topping and lays out a black plastic bag and slits the sides down. On top of this he puts the summer chair he uses to relax on, and covers that in layers of towels on it.

From a zipper cupboard he takes a pair of tights, a thin summer dress and a one piece simsuit. From on top of another cupboard he pulls down a shoe box in which a pair of black kitten heels and a wig are hidden. Everything is laid out beside the items on the bed.

From a wall he removes a mirror, he hates the sight of himself in the female attire but not because of it, but because with the wig on he reminds himself of another person from his past, a person he would rather forget.

He uses his camera on his phone to see as he applies lipstick and blusher. the clock moves closer to the time of midnight. He considers painting his nails but doesn't think it worth it as the clock moves on and he conscious of the time as he is not yet dressed.

He sits on a chair and pulls on the swimsuit, its not one he has used before and has been specially picked for this occasion, instead of being a full suit it has cuts in the sides and suits what he has in mind perfectly. He inserts a pad protector to keep it dry until it would be in the way. He pulls on the tights, puts the dress on, the wig and the kitten heels. then lays down on the bed and watches as the clock moves on its way, tick tock to mess.

He pulls the pad from the front of the suit and smoothes himself down, then as the clock strikes to welcome the new year he takes what is left of the beer and pours it inside the dress...

In the early morning of the day, he wakes, the room a mess of discarded tins, packets and bottles. The swimsuit is all that remains on his body of the early hours, his bed is covered in the sticky residue of the mess he made of himself and then slept in. The wig is lying on a pillow and one look tells him it will probably never be used again. He stands and puts a foot down, almost glueing his foot to the plastic and he grins, he saw the new year in as he wanted too...

PS: I wrote this because this is the plan/was the plan for tonight 31st Dec 2020 and Jan 1st 2021. But I have no idea if it will or did happen until tomorrow morning when I wake up, even now there are variables to be accounted for.