Matthew Morrison x Milk

Part One : A Lactose Filled Beginning

When Matthew woke up on a beautiful sunny day, the first thing he noticed was his wife, Renee, laying peacefully next to him. She was usually up before him in the kitchen where she belongs, making Matthew his signature breakfast of green eggs and ham. Today he did not have to work, as he had no shows today. He loved being on Broadway of course, who wouldn't? But it was stressful due to the massive about of fans bombarding him with compliments. He had also heard that he had a massive fan base one this new app that the kids used called "tic took", but he just didn't have the time to take a look, but his wife had and told him that they all loved him over there, but what Matthew failed to notice was the fear in her eyes and the falsehood of her smile. There were many things about his wife that Matthew often overlooked, but such remarks are not ones to be made in the story quite yet.

He rolled out of bed in a very passive aggressive manor, as always.

"What a glorious day it is to be alive," he lied. He commonly had thoughts like these, some may call them coping mechanisms, or some may call them insanity. But to Matthew, these were just normal parts of his sorrow filled life.

He walked over to his kitchen, in his house that was the size of his depression. He wasn't used to cooking for himself as that was a job made for females, or as he called them, reproductive wastes of space.

He often found himself here. Here not being the kitchen, but being lost in his thoughts. Times like these occurred when he was alone, or when he was on the stage.

For Matthew, the excitement of being on stage was a high. He got lost in the artistry so much that he often forgot what he was even doing. This feeling had gone up exponentially since he had gotten his role as the Grinch. Something about the tacky green face paint and his faux fur skin tight suit that made him feel alive. If Matthew were to guess who he was in his past life, he would answer the Grinch without hesitation. On that stage, he could not draw a line between him and his role. He studied off of the Joker, and put all of his sexual energy into his role. By the time he came home each night, because of all of the effort put in every single performance, he felt almost repulsed by his wife. But the relieved way his wife always seemed to look continued to go overlooked by Matthew time and time again.

When Matthew finally got out of his trance he looked up to the refrigerator. He had never learned to cook for himself, but he remembered how his wife usually made him coffee. He went over to his espresso machine and began to press buttons like a mad lad. Suddenly, burning hot brown liquid began to spray right at him. He closed his burning eyes and began to scream. He continued to press whatever buttons he could get his hands to until he stopped the spray. 

He wiped the coffee off of his face and looked to his cup that was about halfway full. 

"Great, just fantastic," he thought to himself. "This day's already bad enough and now I can't even have a decent amount of caffeine. Oh well, it's better than nothing."

He grabbed his mug and brought it over to his counter. He thought to himself what he usually saw his wife grab for his coffee. Ah yes! The almond milk!

He brought his coffee drenched self over to his fridge and opened both the doors. But alas! They were out of almond milk. He looked around for another substitute. But there were none. There was only one thing. 

Milk.