Maybe I am

Neighbors

Larry walked into his apartment, pretty much collapsing onto his shitty sofa. "goddamnit" Larry said, starting to hear faint music from upstairs. It sounded whimsical and calming, but Larry wanted quiet, so he marched upstairs and banged on the door. "Hello?" the cloud man opened the door. Larry barely noticed before, but the man had fairly long hair. He noticed more now that it was undone, flowing across his cloudy body, almost majestic. "oh. Hello again!" the cloud said smiling and laughing slightly. "Hi. I just wanted to ask if you could keep you music down? I can hear it from a floor down" Larry said, not realizing his eyes were darting quickly every couple seconds to look at the mans hair. It looked quite nice. "oh, my apologies! I was just trying to meditate" the man said, scratching his neck and looking to the side. "well, keep it down. Not all of us are hippies" Larry snapped, immediately covering his mouth as he saw the clouds body language change. "sir i am so sorry i dont know where that came from-" Larry started apologizing quickly. "no worries" the man said, looking a bit less happy, but still calm. "you'd be surprised how often i get that". Larry felt guilty. He quickly peaked inside the clouds apartment. It was much smaller then Larry's. The clouds apartment only had a small room (which Larry assumed was a bathroom), everything else being somewhat mashed together into a big room. He saw an air mattress on the ground, along with bean bag chairs, a closed lap top and some candles lit all around the room. "I'll try to keep it down...Larry?" the cloud man asked, unsure of his name. "yeah, Larry. And you are?" Larry said, feeling tired and guilty. "Steve. Nice to meet you" the cloud smiled and offered a hand. Larry shook it, and headed downstairs once Steve closed the door. When he got back to his apartment, he could still barely hear the same music, but decided it didn't matter anymore. He was too tired. He changed into something more comfortable then his uniform, putting on a plain black T-shirt and a pair of shorts. He microwaved old food from the night before, eating it, then passing out in the couch