Bathroom Floor

I don’t know why, but it is the perfect place for a good cry.  We purge our bodies of the excess waste in this room, so why not our emotional waste as well.  There is something about lying on the cold, hard floor that focuses what you are crying about.  To me, it makes me feel cold and hard too: numb and inanimate like the room that cases me.  The cold hard floor’s discomfort distracts me just enough to deal with my problems.  I cry and hear the echoes of my sniffles.  I always cry in the bathroom.  Nowhere else is good enough.  I can curl up on the floor and release all that has built up.  All the fears, worries, sorrows, and upsets.  The bathroom protects me from the outside world.  I am more likely to be left alone in this room than any other.  I can cry and be unheard.