Chapter 5 (Cont.)
I stepped outside our bedroom, amidst the artificially phosphorescent ambient lighting in the grandroom, the purple light emanating from the holographic controlboard of the refrigerator stood out dramatically. We are in a witch's coven, she has fled out of here with her iridescent broom long ago... Our Tatterstown house was nothing quite like this one here in Gauntville. As our immigration was not carefully planned due to shortage of time, there was no way of finding a place suitable to my sensibility. Agatha usually does not impose her opinions in cases like this; when we bought the apartment she said that it's just fine. I quote her verbatim: "This apartment is rather fine"... It's nothing divergent from the neo-postmodern interior design approaches that are common in Gauntville, Tatterstown is not radically different either. I have dealt with these types daily in my former workplace, Datamangle Inc, albeit they were different forms of the same principles. Even though Datamangle Inc's interior designs did not make my heart leap with joy, I had reconciled: I am here for occupation, not touristry. When I returned home, the subtle integration of Baroque aesthetics made me feel awed and pleased. The world used to be so beautiful. Now here in Gauntville apartment, it seemed like there was no sojourn within household anymore. I have to replace this junk design immediately... Gavin's room was across the hall. He left home before noon and returned unusually late. We had already done dinner and were preparing for bed when he slipped in through the main door. He was always somewhat defiant across all context but he shares his mother's resilience. Agatha and Gavin, a mirror of each other, yet so unquantifiably different; it was not a reflective mirror. I walked towards his door. Access denied. I tried running the decryption signal through the apartment's mainframe. Access denied. It's astounding that he has already modified the security keys of his room notwithstanding the tight mainframe, it has not even been more two months since our stay here! Is he untrustful of his own family? I remember Agatha entering his room this morning. Has he given her access while excluding me? Minutes passed while I was looking at the locked door, I wanted to look how he looks like while asleep. How does his hair flow? Where does his body lean towards? And what does he dream of? Instead, all that returned was the door with its foul neo-postmodern design and lighting. I love my family but I am usually not too concerned about their sleeptime countenances. Gavin, like his mother, dreams of alien perceptions. That's all I can deduce. If it was Agatha instead of me whose sleep was hampered and had she woken up, gone to the bathroom, spent minutes on the holographic reflection, returned to the bedroom, drifted towards the bed, stood near my side of the bed, inspected me, she could see: "aerial contortions were coming from his face, a face with a distinct scar, nightmares were still unable to physically contort his face, barely kept on leash like warfueled cavalcades".
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