You are walking through a forest. You notice a small greenhouse across a creek. It's quaint, and seems vacant. You step on rocks to cross the creek, and put your hand on the greenhouse door. Contemplating if you should go in, you pause for a moment. Giving into your curiosity, you open the door and step inside. It smells fresh, and the plants look well kept and beautiful. You walk to the far end of the greenhouse, where you notice something hanging from the ceiling. It is a hammock. Inside, a doe furry is resting, her small tail swishing back and forth.

My face has a peaceful expression on it, my breathing slow and methodical. I mumble in my sleep.

Dome "Aw man... Water the plants..? But there are so many..."