Somehow inspired by the song Torn by Natalie Imbruglia. What can I say? Music inspires me to write some weird things.

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Remember the first time you found me laying on the floor? You were so confused. I wasn't crying. I wasn't even upset.

No, I told you why I liked to lay on the floor. You didn't understand it. I said that I belonged on the floor. You didn't agree, but you found it interesting.

I like the way the wood feels against my body. It's cold and reassuring that there's something there to support me.

You got down on your hands and knees, slowly lowering yourself to the floor next to me. At first you were uncomfortable, which was understandable. Then you laid your ear against the floor, and by the look on your face, I knew you felt it too.

The humming of the air through the vents underneath us. The gently calming sound of water flowing through the pipes. You could feel the electricity coursing through the wires in the walls. Oh, but it was so much more than that.

You could feel the footsteps of the masses, the roar of vehicles on highways miles away. You felt the Earth move, her inner workings buzzing like busy bees throughout the world.

The look on your face was the same as mine: love. And lying there together in our audible silence, the world moving around and underneath us, we fell in love all over again. And I knew that you knew that you belonged with me, laying here on the cold wood floor.