In this world where oxygen is limited and you have to pay the government for every breath you take, breathable air is produced using huge machines. One day, on your way to work, something green catches your eye. A plant.
Mom, I’m tired Can I sleep in your house tonight? Mom, is it alright If I stay for a year or two? Mom, I’ll be quiet It would be just to sleep at night And I’ll leave once I figure out How to pay for my own life too