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I paused before I left the room. Kayla was sleeping peacefully, cocooned in multiple blankets in the den of the two armchairs.

Do not banish or forget her. Hold her dearly and hold her gently. Delicately and lovingly, place her in your room.

The entire volume of the room, dozens of yards long, wide and vertically, held plants, some native ones that I recognized, and many others I didn’t.

Mere minutes after that zen-induced state, I hear her voice through the phone and I'm snared, caught in the tiny room. "Where are you?" she demands.