Breaking Enigma || The Imitation Game

◈ THIRTY-ONE- Sarcasm and Poetry ◈

I awoke the next morning at half-past seven, expecting to be refreshed and ready for another day. On the contrary, I was groggy and lacked energy. Probably because I'd spent a good while outside with Allany during the early hours of this morning . I hoped that my parents or siblings didn't know; they would ask too many irrelevant questions.

I rubbed my eyes and let out a heavy sigh. I honestly couldn't stop thinking about last night when Allany told me everything about herself that anybody would never have guessed. It surprised me that she was open about her sexuality, but I was also proud for her because she's shown an immense amount of courage and trust.

I then heard footsteps descending the staircase and the third, fourth and eighth floorboards let out a shrill squeak under their weight. I instantly presumed it was Mother getting up to go out as she normally did on a Sunday morning. But, speak of the devil, it was Allany Turing.

"Oh," she said, pausing in front of the living room doorway. She had her dressing gown on- it was pale blue and it was evident that Allany wore it regularly. "I didn't realise you were up."

"Only just," I replied. "I thought you were Mother."

"Your family are still fast asleep. Maybe yesterday wore them all out."

"Yes, I think it did," stretching my arms and legs, I sat up. "And it wore me out too. Last night was rather intricate."

"Yes... Yes, it was," Allany awkwardly looked down at her bare feet. "Maybe a bit too intricate."

"No," I gave her a reassuring smile as best as I could. Like I said, I lacked the energy. "It was great. I enjoyed it because it was deeply therapeutic."

"I must agree," she remarked enthusiastically. "I'm just going to make some tea. Would you like a cup?"

"Firstly, do you know how to use the kettle?"

"Yes. It's just like the one my sister Johanna has," Allany answered.

"Fair enough... Secondly, we don't have any tea."

"Why not?"

"Because," I swung my legs over the edge of the sofa and stood up. "There is a war going on and there are these things called rations. You might have heard of them."

"No need to be sarcastic," she scowled. "So... Why does Bletchley Park have tea? And quite a lot of it."

"Probably because it's a government facility," I shrugged, strolling to her side. "Places like that always get priority."

"Seems logical. Is there an alternative to tea, then?"

"Try the tap. The water is free."

"I said there wasn't any need to be sarcastic," she couldn't help but suppress a smile.

"I'm tired and besides, it's fun," I said jokingly, walking past Allany and into the kitchen. She followed me in and stood by the fridge.

"Is this just making up for the argument we had the other night?" She asked.

"I don't know. I haven't thought about that," was my answer. "It's something to lighten the mood, I guess. Because you need to stop feeling down about yourself. What anybody else thinks about you doesn't matter. What matters is what you think of yourself and if you're happy with your intelligence, your sexuality and your personality, that's totally and utterly fine with me. I'm here for you no matter what."

Allany smiled joyfully. "You come out with such wonderful things sometimes... Thank you, Kester. That really helps."

"You're very welcome," I replied cheerfully. "Now, would you like toast or porridge?"