Floorspace By Dan Reinhold
Odd how frightening unknown can be.
The other day, I encountered something so rare and unusual, it was like a dream.
The last unexplored and little understood frontier.
With two boys in house, pandemonium is norm. Both toys and clothing desert confines of bureaus and shelves, instead preferring to claim their rightful place on bedroom floor where they are much closer to hand.
The wide expanses upon which we walk provide a home to all that land upon it - wrappers, paper, books, blankets, hermit crabs...
Oh...that's another story.
The reassuring squishes, crunches and snaps bring comfort to young overseers, confident that somewhere below...the floor is there.
I entered this domain with an awe borne of my desensitisation to shock at sight. Valiant and determined forays to tame wilderness had always been undone by its rapid regrowth, rivaling any spreading menace known to man.
This day, my eye lit upon a sight so strange, so wondruous that I was transfixed by it. The legends were true, evidence revealed...In middle of room, was a flat,, shallow space foreign to its surroundings. It was like gazing upon Holy Grail.