A Dreamer's Worlds

Plants are Annoying (Part 2 of Plants are...)

If there was one thing I found out about being a plant god, it's that it gives you an urge to surround yourself with as many plants as possible. It also gives you a green thumb, but I already knew that.

It'd been a month since the incident. I knew how to make plants do what I wanted them to. They grew as much as I wanted them too, and no more. It was nice.

Except when I left my bedroom and ran into a plant. I went into the kitchen, ran into a plant. Sat down on the couch, had to move a plant.

That was the bad part of being a plant god. I like them, but there's too many.

And for the record, I liked plants before I got turned into the plant god. That's not a new thing or anything. I thought I should say that.

I groaned and rolled off the couch, not wanting to get up.

It'd been a long day at work, and even after a month people were still looking at me like I was going to break down at any moment.

I found it insulting, given that I'd only had a breakdown at work once. Once, and I was perfectly justified in that. It wasn't like I wasn't going to have some bad times after dealing with plant monsters and pod people.

And there was always Jeff's dead body. That was the only thing I still hadn't gotten over.

But damn, I was trying. I was trying like hell.

I stood up, brushing a hand against a daffodil I'd just gotten. I'd put it on the coffee table, not sure where else to put it. Then again, there probably wasn't anywhere else to put it.

I had too many plants.

I left my apartment. I didn't really want to stay there very long, but I didn't exactly have anywhere else to go. I wasn't exactly the best at making friends, and the ones I did have apparently didn't want to deal with me after the whole god thing happened.

I took the stairs down. I didn't want the elevator to make any noise. It wasn't late, and my apartment was high up, but still. I liked the stairs better. No one else took the stairs.

I exited my apartment. New York used to be something I loved, but now the smog just put me on edge.

The wonders of being a plant god, I guess. I started in the direction of the cemetery. Well, the most important one.

I walked the whole way, even though it was dark by the time I got there. I didn't care. Over the month I'd figured out some of my powers.

I knew how to make a little light to see by. The light was green, just like everything else my powers did, but it was bright and that was really what mattered.

I didn't even need it anymore, really. I knew exactly where I was going.

I ended up sitting down by a grave covering in flowers. I laid a hand in the middle of the flowers and smiled as the closest ones wrapped around my arm.

"Hey Jeff."

I lifted my hand, watching as the flowers reached for it.

"I'm back again."

I turned my hand over, letting one of the roses wrap around it.

"Like always, sorry you're dead."

The thorns bit into my skin, but that was okay.

"I know it's not really my fault."

I used my other hand to nudge the bloom into my palm.

"I wish I knew whose fault it was."

I let the rose drop. It wound itself back to its original size.