The tiles in the bathroom kept coming away. I tried to push them back on, but the roots from the plant above me were working their way through.

The tendrils and root hairs stuck to my fingers. I ripped them away and burst into tears.

I flung the tiles around, breaking many things. I poured bleach on the plant, but the plant was me and I was sick.

The plant grew tall, destroying the ceiling and showering me with plaster. I looked up at the now massive tree and felt it's fear and hatred.

I was knocked backwards by a now massive root and I hid under a tile. The tiles now seemed to be bigger than me and they glowed brightly together.

I didn't glow, I shied away from the light and ran from the room into darkness.