Closer (Preface)

CreeeAAK! -Bam!
-The door slams in the darkness as the figure peers through the shadows. Its heart is slowed after a long days work and is shedding its drenched coat, it sluggishly makes its way to the couch while dropping its belongings relentlessly. The couch is occupied by the cat but reacts and flees from being sat on retreating to the rug next the fireplace. Then what appeared to be a person slips onto the couch with a heavy sigh and effortlessly clicks on the television which is two feet from his face. His features come into the television's light; this broad shouldered, thick jawed, giant standing at roughly 6' 3", his eyes were icy blue with a sloped nose and rough around every edge. His name is Ezekiel and the face everyone knows: the stereotypical average blond haired, blue eyed American with a job but feels like he isn't ready to raise a family, besides he's only 22 years old. Ezekiel's vision is on the T.V. but his head is bobbing & thumping against the armrest in restlessness. And while his eyes shut to the light as his roommate enters the room almost silently except the quiet humming; it sounded like Mozart. Ezekiel hears him humming but isn't alarmed he figured it was him then drifted back into a hard slumber, this time he was snoring louder than his roommates humming. His roommate unnervingly finds his way to the bedroom where both of their beds were located, just at the end of the dark hallway. Ezekiel's roommate eased his way to the room then went to bed. Almost appearing to wait for someone.