Lost in his own world, he didn't even know if anybody was even noticing him.
He stood up with his broomstick and started sweeping the floor without any hindrances or difficulties. He just had to wait for the customer to leave; and the moment she left...he stood up...erect, with his weapon guarding his palace.
Suddenly a voice shouted, "do it slowly...yes slowly"; and there he went slowly , as if the voice gave a command to the broomstick and not him.
He does it countless times a day, giving the floor its shine...and the floor shines back at him, saying " you are the best".
The floor gives him that big smile that no one has a right to......not even the broomstick.
This is his world......Broomstick, The Floor and Himself.
He "being" the king , manages his world...himself.
He is just fit in his world, not allowing anybody to enter...not allowing himself to leave that place.
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Words play the game. What they mean and what they don't is irrespective, till the word conveys the expression to the writer appropriately. That's what i play here...just words.
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