I have never loved tile floors

But yours feel like heaven

So much that I can’t sleep now

Whenever I lie down I stiffen

We tried to make it more habitable

With blankets and random pillows

I didn’t mind that you stole it all

Or the amount that my frame would allow

Just the thought that you trusted me enough

To be able to share that make-shift bed

I guess to most people it might mean nothing

But it spoke words that no one could have said

Next time though

I’m bringing my own pillow