I’d start on the left side then work my way to the right. Slowly but surely placing each floor in parallel to the last. I’d apply the grout ever so lovingling, caressing the seem between floors. I’d fill the gaps with a mortar and pastel slowly working the tool into the floor until it is satisfied. I would say to the floor “there is no other way” as I get it wet with my mop, spraying every inch of it with thick sprays of soap. The floor would know it was wrong but love it too much to care. The floor and I would lay in a heap our bodies intertwined and pulsing in post flooring bliss.
I’d start on the left side then work my way to the right. Slowly but surely placing each floor in parallel to the last. I’d apply the grout ever so lovingling, caressing the seem between floors. I’d fill the gaps with a mortar and pastel slowly working the tool into the floor until it is satisfied. I would say to the floor “there is no other way” as I get it wet with my mop, spraying every inch of it with thick sprays of soap. The floor would know it was wrong but love it too much to care. The floor and I would lay in a heap our bodies intertwined and pulsing in post flooring bliss.