Day 5

I feel better now that I have gotten an apology from my mother. I see her come in faithfully everyday to see whats going on with me. She still cant find me, I'm in between rocks. She looks for me and marks in her composition book about data in my habitat. In my habitat the walls of the bottle are turning green and the plant is decaying, all the oxygen is leaving. I'm glad that I am dead already because I would hate to live in a habitat like this.