Thoughts Of A Scrubbed Floor

I am a floor; the floor that allows to be trampled on; with slippers and high-heeled shoes; and dirty muddy shoes. I also love myself like any of the members of this house. I love to be swept and mopped. I especially look forward to those days when I am scrubbed clean with wonderful smelling bleach and disinfectant. I am most happy during those days, till my happiness is taken over by my more filled sorrow days. When I am scrubbed, I utterly detest dirty shoes and their germs; I hate bare feet walking on toes (most annoying); I love the hands with the scrubs and the splashing of water with soap. Oh! Like any other member of this house, I would also like a scrub every day. Can there be anyone who would delight me to such a wash?