The damp floor.
The drain.
The pipes.
The water.
I started wondering where it had come from.
Was it carried in accidentally?
Could it have come through a drain or plumbing opening?
Had it been brought inside on someone’s clothing or footwear?
I couldn’t know for sure.
And somehow, not knowing made it worse.
After that experience, the bathroom no longer felt quite the same.
Every time I walked in, I found myself looking down at the floor.
I started checking the corners without even thinking about it.
I noticed damp areas that I had previously ignored.
The drain suddenly seemed much more interesting than it ever had before.
Even a small dark mark on the floor could make me stop and take a second look.
It was strange how quickly something so small could change the way I perceived an entire room.
