Puddles

[tuzanna]

I saw the weird puddle in the middle of my floor. I walked past it many times. I thought little of it. Eventually, I cleaned it up. The next morning, it came back. It was there, in the exact same spot. I cleaned it again. Then, I cleaned it again. It came back. I would watch the ceiling for hours to find out where it came from, but nothing happened while I was watching. It turned out, it was coming up from the floorboards.

I couldn't bring myself to tear the floor up. I never wanted to see what was underneath.

I simply cleaned it before guests came over. It would reform when they left. They passed by it, not suspecting a thing. They sat merrily mere feet from the spot. I would watch, tense, willing the spot never to appear when they could see.

Please, just don't come back. Don't come back at all. I can't stand it anymore.