23 - Romantic Tension - J.F. Hire

     The floor met the wall on a day like any other. The floor was on business from the Amazon, and the wall was just waiting for something to fill the void.
     Wall was humble in existence, nothing was beneath him. Nothing made him bow or bend to its will, but he adapted as much as he could. He had been living this way since he could remember, never talking for longer than a croak could escape. Never holding a grudge for being glossed over. His friends, or who used to be his friends, would patch him up when things got rough. When he was full of holes from the latest beating, he still stood strong. He beamed over them through marriage, children, and romantic rot. He wondered what termites infested their lives, for he couldn't see them.
     The floor came in through the bathroom window, because that was the only way she could mange to enter the house and stay in tact. She was long, slender, and a deep amazonian bronze. Her stride took up the entire length of wall's gaze, from the east of him to the west of him. She made herself comfortable under his vision. She wasn't used to these sort of close-quarters, especially not in a working environment. Sure, since she was pruned for the industry, she knew that she would have to deal with a certain amount of being walked on. That being said, she didn't know that she would have to work with this rough-and-tumble sort of rancher.
     If only he could speak. That would make this less tense. Having already proven to be a tight-fit, she could hardly image how she may be inconveniencing him. In these sort of spaces, one could hardly turn around and stretch out for a moment without kicking the other worker's foot-board.
     She lay out before him, shrinking, groaning off and on over the next few days. He figured that her size-change was the change in surrounding, maybe even something to do with the humidity. He noticed the tawny grain of her visage, which made for quite pleasant viewing from above.
     Perhaps she was wrong about the awkward or tense environment. Now that days had passed, the two of them had begun to work out a routine. He would stretch one day, and she would stretch another. She would shift into her place, and he made room. Like soil settling in a planter, they accommodated for one another. Although, she'd never stoop so low to compare herself to dirt.