Object Writing - "Mop"

The word, "Mop", unedited writing practice (taste, touch, sight, sound, smell, movement, body sensations), 10 minutes, go!...

In my head it feels like a puddle of thoughts getting swirled around by an old school janitor's mop. Slopping through a morning haze I come to my senses and attempt to wash my mental hands of all worry.
Stringy discolored tentacles octopus around the gymnasium - it's floor an ocean wide. Propelled by the hands of a very blessed state government worker with the lines on his face of a windswept, weathered sailor. He's navigated this wooden handle in his determined grip for a good many years. He waxes a mean floor, but he can almost taste the sweetly restful days of retirement. The fruit of his labors - sinking his teeth into a nice pension.

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