*slip.. sliiiiiiiiide.. KER-RASH*
That damn floor.!!
Waitaminit.
That Floor, it had never done this before. Never, had it ever done this before. Never had she ever had to think twice over its reliability, its assuring sturdy grip on her delicate naked soles. Never.
Never. Ever. Ever. Never.
So, why now. Why would it not grip her sturdy pores and catch her as she lost her footing.? Why would her most trusted floor do this. She had stood by it in times of trouble and renovation and is this the way it pays her back.? Not so. Never so. Not done by any manner of speaking.
Could she write this as a one-off.? Should she.? How could she.? Prudence had told her this is what you do when you're bitten once. Would she want to take the risk of trusting the damn floor and break a part of her next time round.? She would think not.
Stupid floor. It had been her favorite and now, nothing but threads of doubt and bubbles of dread. Serves it right though, she felt. It will never have the luxury of feeling my naked skin again nor will it have my unwavering support as before.
This is what happens to those that let the ones that trust them the most fall. Shame on you floor. Shame. Even one with such high esteem and confidence must be made to rue its failure.
No. Now she will advice all her friends, aides, companions, acquaintances, strangers of how ordinary and un-special this floor was.
And all the floor could do in this time was hope for time. It had slipped in its concentration and it had let her fall. It was sorry but those words don't count for much in this time of ease and impersonal barriers. It's only hope now was to ensure it never let its concentration fail and never drop anyone. It could be possible but it would take time.
Lots of time..
That damn floor.!!
Waitaminit.
That Floor, it had never done this before. Never, had it ever done this before. Never had she ever had to think twice over its reliability, its assuring sturdy grip on her delicate naked soles. Never.
Never. Ever. Ever. Never.
So, why now. Why would it not grip her sturdy pores and catch her as she lost her footing.? Why would her most trusted floor do this. She had stood by it in times of trouble and renovation and is this the way it pays her back.? Not so. Never so. Not done by any manner of speaking.
Could she write this as a one-off.? Should she.? How could she.? Prudence had told her this is what you do when you're bitten once. Would she want to take the risk of trusting the damn floor and break a part of her next time round.? She would think not.
Stupid floor. It had been her favorite and now, nothing but threads of doubt and bubbles of dread. Serves it right though, she felt. It will never have the luxury of feeling my naked skin again nor will it have my unwavering support as before.
This is what happens to those that let the ones that trust them the most fall. Shame on you floor. Shame. Even one with such high esteem and confidence must be made to rue its failure.
No. Now she will advice all her friends, aides, companions, acquaintances, strangers of how ordinary and un-special this floor was.
And all the floor could do in this time was hope for time. It had slipped in its concentration and it had let her fall. It was sorry but those words don't count for much in this time of ease and impersonal barriers. It's only hope now was to ensure it never let its concentration fail and never drop anyone. It could be possible but it would take time.
Lots of time..
