Why are
you bothering clicking on me?
I'm just the floor. The poor, old floor that just gets walked on
and stepped on and scuffed up. The best I can hope for is a
passing squeak from the bottom of someone's shoe. No one says
hello. No one asks how I am. They just walk all over me. I guess
I'll just have to lie here and take it. It's not like I can go
anywhere, you know. So go on, click back to the office. Go have
fun. Enjoy yourself. Don't mind me. I'll just be lying here.
Doing nothing.
Poor, old floor.