Frank's House

Farmhouse five miles from town, set a top the rolling hills with views of distant farm steads. The large house had an open floor plan—the only interior doors separated the bedroom suite and guest bathroom from the public space. All the windows stretched two stories and were unadorned by draperies, just large portals to the surround farmlands. Aislyn did not wear clothes in her won home. She was not embarrassed nor thrilled by her nakedness. It was a simple reflection of her repulsion of human humility. Furthermore, it didn’t occur to her to dress until ready to face the world. Only the bedroom suite had deep, dark limo tint on the windows to filter out the UV rays and darkening the room to midnight at noon. Yet the overhead lights in the rest of the house mimicked sunlight at high noon on the summer solstice.

Aislyn loved the deep yard to dance in the evening with only the crickets and cicadas to serenade her. This house was built upon the ruins of the frontier cabin of her family. Made of logs and mud the entire one room cabin would have fit modestly into her bedroom. Aislyn imagined her family dining and sleeping with the space of her king-sized bed.

The property was cared for by a real estate agency that monitored the security of the house, biannual cleaning and landscaping services. Although Aislyn considered this to be her home, she would only inhabit the house for a few weeks once a decade. This time, however, she hoped to stay for as long as possible, as long as her rouse would allow.

Constructed in 1906 around the height of Frank Lloyd Wright’s popularity, the house was based on the architect’s designs: merging prairie style design with traditional Japanese design. The house melded with surrounding landscape with little interruption between exterior and interior spaces. The west side of the house opened onto a patio of terracotta pavers via ten identical glass doors. The muted colors of the interior mimicked with hues seen from the window.