Someone came in for a cabinet bed and left talking about a painting.

Someone else opened a wall bed for the first time and did the thing everyone does: stopped talking halfway through the motion.

A couple stood in the aisle with phone photos of their spare room, turning the screen sideways, then upright, then sideways again.

The floor has been busy lately.

Not crowded.

Busy.

Objects moving. New corners appearing. People taking pictures of things they did not expect to photograph.

There are conversations happening between a blue velvet chair and a railroad map. A carved figure watches over a cabinet bed. Someone discovers a room they did not know they had.

A surprising amount of the day is spent watching small, mythic futures form in real time.

Things leave.

Other things arrive.

The light changes.

The floor changes with it.

Tomorrow it will look different again.

Good.

You should see it before that happens.