Terrarium

Matthew took the tiny glass bottle, filled it with the grow medium. He neatly arranged the tiny nerve plant with his tweezers, some moss and an aesthetic larva rock to make the terrarium. He then sprayed water into it and closed it with a cork, placed it on his table right under the LED focus lights. 

Fate placed her there. She had everything, food, water, shelter. She wanted to get out but couldn’t as she was rooted there.  She wanted to be out, where the sun was brighter, where the rain fell from the sky, but she couldn’t move. She was in a glass prison, a comfortable one. She cut off everything and everyone outside. Tried to be the best she could be within the container she was, absorbing everything. She sometimes smoked cigarettes until she suffocated. 

Mathew saw some mist inside the glass bottle. The plant was transpiring within the ecosystem! He opened the cork so the plant can get some good CO2 from the outside. He wiped the glass clean with a folded tissue and kept it open for a few hours.

She gasped for air and coughed a little, choking, then moved her curtains and opened her window, a sudden gush of cold air comforted her. Her lungs took in the chilled air while she lit another one.