The floor was cold. Cold and grimy. And soft.
Yes... it was soft now. I ran my fingers between the cracks. It was soft now. I could feel it in my fingers. It didn't look soft, but it was soft. It was very soft. Like a sugar glaze. Yes, like a sugar glaze. I could feel it in my fingers.
I ran my fingers between the cracks.
"WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW WHERE I AM?!" I yelled toward the entrance. The Light had come back around, greeting me again.
"Yes, of COURSE I'll write it out for you!"
I began to write out my location for The Light. Of course I'll write out my location for you, Light. Of course I will, my friend. Of course I will. Of course I will.
I stuck my fingers into the sugary soft muck of the floor. Or, I tried to. It looked like a cold glaze... it did, truly! It looked soft, but it made my fingers bleed. After a few hours a few of the bones in my fingers began to jam and swell. The middle finger on my right hand turned into a purple sausage.
Where did the pain come from? The floor is soft, sticky with muck and sugar. Where did the pain come from, Light?
I ran out the door, towards The Light.
"LIGHT! Answer me!"
"OK, I'm calm. I'm calm."
I walked back inside. When my feet rubbed against the floor it sounded like the inside of a gymnasium. Why? The floor is soft! Why does it make the noises?
"WHY DOES IT SOUND THIS WAY?!" I threw a tantrum, shaking the chains that hung from the ceiling.
I took a deep breath, deep down from the bottom of my diaphragm. I tasted soot. Ash. I remembered.
The coal mine's washroom, abandoned for... how long?
I knelt down slowly, inching back toward the floor. The floor was cold. Cold and grimy. And soft...