I am about to go for a walk with my pets, I am getting my hair ready, I get dressed while I listen to "Walking on sunshine". This is a daily routine but today I had a big surprise: my sneakers seem to have moved, I can´t remember keeping them here on the floor, but in the shoerack. But here they are... weird! I must be crazy or confused. Anyway I take them and I put them on to go to the park. But suddenly I got stuck on the floor so I can´t step anymore, I can´t move my legs! What the fuck is going on? Oh my God! My sneakers are alive. But it is not possible. They rebel and make me dance and kick like a possessed. I am not the owner of my body anymore. They take the control and I can´t take them off. I tell them to stop, I beg them to behave, this is not funny, I am getting tired and I am sweating! Well, they finally listen to me and speak: the reclaim their right to go running everyday, they want to do sports, to have the sunlight, to run beyond the shoerack. Ok, it is clear they have been putting up with my lazy lifestyle so long. I must admit they are right and we have a deal. From now on we will go out everyday. They will be happy and I will be able to enjoy my sneakers. YOU WILL LIKE IT IF: You are a clown lover. HIGHLIGHTED: My qualities as an actress. And the Oscar goes to... Angie! INDULGE YOURSELF, BUY ME NOW