My face was pressed against the cool tile floor. It felt good there, cleansing (although it was probably covered in bacteria despite the numerous times I’d cleaned it). The coolness made it easier to calm myself, to clear my head. I closed my eyes as the tears slowed, enjoying the coolness, concentrating only on that feeling.
I heard a strange thumping noise in my ear, the corners of my mouth turned down in a slight frown, wondering what could be making that noise. It got louder, and then suddenly stopped.
“Paige?” Shock colored Drew’s tone.
My eyes flew open and I stared up at him, standing in the doorway. I slowly sat up, staring at him, at a loss of what to say. I couldn’t think of a logical explanation to be lying on the floor, but I attempted one anyway, “The um, potatoes fell,” I muttered miserably.
He stared at me for a long moment as I flushed, self-conscious and confused, still sitting on the kitchen floor.
Slowly he moved across the room and sat down next to me, “I’m sorry.”