The Heart Under the Floorboards

I woke up last night to use the rest room and I could have sworn I heard a heart beating underneath my floorboards.

Thump, thump, thump, thump

In my sleepy stupor I stumbled to the sound, and as I got closer, I heard the beating grow louder and louder. I fell to my hands and knees and pressed my ear to the floor.

The beating pressed into my brain, reminding me that humans do that; live.

When I pressed my ear to the floor I found that the sound stopped. I lifted my head.

The beating was coming from under my shirt. I put my hand on my left breast.

The beating was coming from me.