In the Plant Pot

I turn to the plant in the corner next to me, since it’s the closest, other than the pictures. I crouch down and look in the dirt and near the base of the plants, but don’t see anything. After a moment of inspection, I rise up and look through the leaves of the plants. As illogical as it is, I can’t overlook anything, even if it’s fucking stupid. I look the plants up and down an uncomfortable amount of times, before I move on to the next part of my room.

It feels like I’ve missed or forgotten something, like moving to the next area of a game without getting something that’s important, but that you can’t go back to get anymore. Regardless of that feeling, I start taking inventory of the next things I should check.

Alright. In my closet, on top of the shelves in there, and in the vases.