Day 1 "My New Roommate"

I remember trying to fall asleep last night, and like always her image made its way into my head as soon as I closed my eyes, flooding me with unintentional and unwanted emotions that constricted my heart. It has been over a year since we went our separate ways, and I still think of her more often than I probably should. "Damn this flawed human heart of mine".
With blurry eyes I fumbled through the heavy and empty darkness for my smartphone, I have to get rid of this deafening silence. I struggled desperately to find my album list on this offensively bright touch screen, to put on some music or a movie...anything to distract my mind from its perpetual thoughts of the one that I had lost.
Then came a sound from another room, awakening my curiosity to its fullest.
I made my way up from my bed that rested on the floor with no bed frame to support it, I wouldn't be here long enough to make this my home, so why bother with the details?...This felt like my personal life mantra at the moment for everything.
This whole apartment was lacking in the careful details that could be found in the house of someone that actually cared about their life to a deeper capacity than I did mine. Maybe one day I will make the effort to rise above this hurtful mantra, but for now all I cared about was the sound that I heard echoing through the empty halls of this yellow aged and defeated apartment.
Throwing off the heavy blankets, I made my way to the door and out of my room. Standing half naked in the hallway I half expected to run in to some would-be thief with a very disappointed look on his face, after all, I didn't have much in this house to steal.
Cautiously I made my way to the kitchen, where a faint crunching sound could be heard, and letting instincts take over I grabbed the closest weapon that I could find; a photography magazine...who knows, perhaps I could paper-cut this intruder to death?
The old apartment floor creaked as I tried to mimic my best impression of a stealthy dark elf walking softly among scattered leaves.
The crunching sound halted immediately.
No time for stealth anymore!
And so armed with my rolled up makeshift magazine bat, I jumped sideways in to the kitchen, and what came next was not an epic duel of fists and paper-cuts...but the face to face meeting of two individuals, two strangers, that understood each other from the moment that they had met.
I stood for seconds that stretched in to minutes and stared without saying a word to this gentle interloper, and he stared back at me, with such a lost expression that I knew so well.
I could not help but smile, because here standing before me was this little lost box-man with a bowl of Corn Flakes. He stood with an air of humbled pride that surrounded him and seemed to leave him thankful for meeting someone like me, and I already knew that I was thankful for meeting someone like him as well.
We both knew that we had our fair share of demons in our past that we were running from, and we both knew that we would try to outrun them together.

So begins the story of friendship between Danbox and I.