I love floors.

I love laying down on mushy squishy floors.

I love being caressed by the soothing accuracy of a polite and predictable floor.

I love absorbing the squishy mushy part of me with the truth of an undeniable floor.

I love the healing touch a floor has on my ill defined tenders beaten by the day.

I love feeling that my frame exists against a reliable and verifiable floor.

I love knowing the state of affairs within my figure through the harsh criticism of a proper floor.

I love how floors agree with you when you are right and most rightly disagree with you when wrong.

I love a good floor.