A Night of Distress

The clamour which echoed along the hallway served as a drug, more like caffein, to keep him awake as if reminding him to start being bogged down by work. Certainly the noise which had "permeated" through the gaps left by incompetent carpentry, or more so, specially designed to ventilate the room, could be considered as being on par with that produced while ruling a piece of glass.

When he set his mind adrift subconsciously, he would be brought back to reality by an instantaneous deafening "bang", by the door; As he attempted to study, his eyes would be fixed on the sheet of paper filled with words, yet his heart and his mind had lost focus to somewhere else -- trying to predict when the blast would sound again by noting the climax of the squabble.

The mismatched timbres of voices soon ceased and he gladly cuddled into the what seemed impeccably woven quilt. However, his happiness was shortlived. As the door was gingerly opened, he knew the worst had come. His father had moved his nest into the room, and there, his eardrums suffered.