Preface: This has to be one of the stupidest stories I've ever written.
I guess scrubbing the floors with bleach for about 2 hours today has really messed up my brain...
What a long time it’s been since I was soft and flexible. I’ve been sitting in this dark closet waiting to be used by the woman who calls herself a housekeeper. No respect, I’ve been stiff and very thirsty for weeks now. Wait, the door is opening, I see some light, she’s reaching in…Damn, she grabbed the cloth instead. Wait, she’s bending back down. Yea, I’m going to get used!
15 minutes later…..
Ugh, bleach of all the good smelling cleaners out there she had to pick bleach. Why do I have to be a sponge?