9.15.25: Desk Plant

I bought a plant for my desk. A little one. Low maintenance. Said it only needed light and “occasional encouragement.” The instructions were vague. It’s alive, but barely. I water it, talk to it sometimes. Still, it leans dramatically to one side like it’s disappointed in me. I swear it judges how late I stay up. How long I scroll. It thrives when I’m healthy and slumps when I’m not. We’re connected now. Codependent. If it dies, I’ll take it personally. If it thrives, I’ll think I’m healed. It’s just a plant. I know that. But I think it knows me better.