Talking to Strangers

I wrote this at school yesterday/today so it's still pretty fresh on my mind. I'm not totally sure how much sense it makes so let me know what you think! Please be critical!

There goes the alarm clock. I’m awake now. A few moments later I’m standing at my closet, groggily searching for something suitable to wear, when suddenly there is a voice behind me. Its familiarity puts me at ease and for a moment or two we are lost in casual conversation. “How’s the weather been?” I ask? “Hot, as always,” he replies. That alone should give away his true identity, but blinded by charm I don’t see it. He’s handsome, so very very handsome. Just then, there is a tap on my shoulder. A turn of my head reveals a simple looking fellow with a neatly trimmed beard. There is nothing special about his appearance, but I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of him. When I turn back to m original conversation, I see out of the corner of my eye his previously upturned mouth swoop downward in an instant. What fault does he see in my first acquaintance? He calls me to him and I go. “Look,” he says, “not at him, but at his heart. His words may be passionate, but his soul will deceive you.” So once again I face my original company. This time when I take him in, however, I see someone else. Suddenly it is clear to me who this man is. I am sickened by own inability to recognize the evil before me. My heart beating fast, I cling to this new man, my savior. That is when I realize why he has captivated me so: He is breathing. His face is flushing and there is a pounding in his chest. This man is alive. He is alive and well and has vanquished his predecessor from his sights. He is alive and there is life with him. This man is the one I want, and it is with this man I will remain.