I went in the friendly community place where my 'small and simple' house was.
I need to keep on low-profile, even though judging my image–otherwise, people will notice I'm not as much as normal as they are. And I'm not abnormal, either, that I'm just out of this world being. We can say that I'm your UMNFN (Unidentified, Mysterious, New Friendly Neighbor) who came from somewhere, but from the universe.
Like 'Hello, I'm visiting your planet Earth for world domination. I'm here for a very significant mission from Mars and it is to be the man of your dreams for me to blend, feel normal as a human and fit in your world'.
Nope, scratch that. It is to 'follow my heart and to be with that person'.
At its huge front gate, I stopped the engine and opened my driver's window. A woman stood within the entrance and checkpoint zone. I waved at her.
"Mr. Auguste, welcome back!" she said, greeting me. She permitted me to enter, as a new home owner in their subdivision, opening the gates.
"Sure," I replied her, grinning a bit. "Good to be back."
Avoiding reading thoughts in this place, I don't want to invade other people's privacy here, even if I'm always doing that in other places, unless if it is necessary. I revived the engine, closed my window as she saluted me while I enter. I parked my BMW in front of my house and I climbed out of it, holding her copy.
Opening its door, I went inside my house. Dust, my friend, welcomed me. What? I just moved here. To any human out there who happened to be 'curious', there's another reason, besides from the 'usual'.
After I shut the door, I walked to the center, and stretched my limbs. I let myself fall. 'Thud!' was what supposedly to be heard. But, of course, before that, a soft and comfortable chair was automatically underneath me, as I dropped.
Why? ...I don't need material things–decorations, furniture, etc. and the like, because I can create them. This is another advantage for someone like me. I don't need anything to live, except for oxygen, obviously. The fact is, I can make anything out of nothing, like God. But, I'm nothing but a small ant compared to him.
Closing my eyes, I made a connection, unknowingly did, with Ever. At least, I know she's safe for now. And she's totally avoiding to bother what had she just saw in me. No aura, no color and no presence of being alive.
Honestly, I don't want to stalk her. No, it's not actually stalking. But, I can't help this protective feeling. After all, usually, once I find her, the next day she'll be gone. So, it will not hurt observing her, right?
I sighed, boredom sure sucks at this time. Wow, I can't believe myself. How I am influenced much by humans. I scratched my nape, as I stood leaving the chair. I opened my cupboard I made seconds ago, revealing my prized red drink. I got a mug and poured some of it. Something clicked in my head, as I smirked.
I went to the second floor, going inside my sanctuary. Sitting near the window, I gazed at the sky. By my guess, it's what, 5:30 pm, already? Time is just too fast. I sighed.
With Wuthering Heights on my hand, I opened the said copy as I sipped from my mug. This is another hundredth time I've read this. But, I won't fail her, surely for I will still read this book again, with my two eyes now. Knowing a book's story easily by touch even you've read it countless times still spoils the fun.
I spent the time, reading an old friend's work. Ah, yet still, it never gets old. I still remember how that person gave the first copy to me, and asked me to read it. I jumped on my bed, lying on my back. Molding a wooden side table, I put the book there.
"I guess UFOs need sleep." I yawned jokingly to myself. "Assignments for tomorrow."