I like a hard floor.
Tile, wood, marble...natural materials, mostly. A flat, solid plane to press my bare feet into.
I like my toes to tell me the temperature.
That can't happen with carpet. Not that I don't like a soft warm rug. But I can't appreciate a rug until I've traveled a cold unyelding surface before it.
A hard floor holds up under pain better than a soft mattress.
It feels like I feel. A concrete platform that doesn't give way even if my soul caves in.
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