My Roommate is homey:
The music was loud. Ludwig had tried to tune it out as he read about a new anti-depressant (pharmaceutical companies made one almost every year). At this point, however, he had nearly snapped one of his pencils in two as another fast tempo tune started up just outside his door. What is she doing?
Utterly annoyed and completely unable to focus, Ludwig pushed away from his computer desk and proceeded towards the living room.
As soon as his door open, the volume intensified. Ludwig removed his glasses and rubbed his temple, the well-suppressed migraine found a new excuse to bebop it's way to the front of his skull. He closed his eyes and walked almost hesitantly towards the noise.
They quickly snapped open at the familiar smell of sautéed celery, green onions and garlic. Crisp baked bacon, carrots and freshly boiled potatoes brought him mentally back inside his childhood countryside home, sitting at the kitchen table because school had been canceled due to a blizzard. His mother by the stove, sautéing seasoning and humming a soothing tone.
But instead it was An'na. Gripping the skillet in one hand and a spatula in the other, she danced and hummed absent-mindedly to a song he didn't know. Ludwig smiled nonetheless, gazing out the window over the sink. All of his previous anguish forgotten. The snow hadn't let up at all, but at least he would have potato soup to keep him warm.
Going back into his room, Ludwig shut down his computer and grabbed a book. Then he found a comfortable seat at the kitchen table.
