Concept: Me, waking up to the sound of rain and cars driving by. I look over and see Napoleon, his scarf still tucked snuggly around the base of his pot. He is resting contentedly, and likely will not come to until I get out of bed and open the door. Sonnet and Couplet are more or less cognizant, but still silent, enjoying each other’s presence while drifting in and out of wakefulness. Their blossom’s brush against one another, sending a ripple of satisfied peace down their stems before they relax back into drowsiness for the time being. I note that it’s late in the morning- I ought to get up soon. I have errands to run later in the day, and an assignment to finish at some point. But for now, I write a pretentiously long paragraph about waking up in a room with three beautiful plants, as a particularly large car drives down the damp road.