A Hard Life

     Damn!  I wish She had been the one who cleaned me.  I just love the way She carefully sweeps me everywhere; in my corners and under the trash can; neatly picking up the debris with the dust pan before she mops.

     She mops me with white vinegar, so I shine my best; and She frequently rinses the mop so there are no dirty streaks.  When She mops, I'm beautiful. 

     But today, he just had to mop, to surprise Her.  He didn't sweep, just squirted some of that nasty dish soap all over me and slopped it around with that disgusting filthy mop.  He never even touched my corners!  And under the trash can, OMG! he slopped dirty water on top of the dirt he didn't clean up.  I am a disgusting, streaky mess.  I feel very unloved right now. 

     Nobody loves me, and I sit here so patiently, day after day being walked on by disgusting dirty shoes; tracking in God knows what.  Everyone walks all over me, I'm unappreciated.  Woe is me and lackaday; poor pitiful me!

     Oh well, maybe She'll clean me up; after he goes to the gym.

     A Floor's life is so hard.

Author's Note

Wierd Writer's Prompt

Reviews

[Faint]

what about trash cans? no one cleans them!

[Lola Nation]

You think a floor's life is hard, talk to the doormat!