If plants didn’t need much sunlight, we could fill the dead spaces over the cupboards. And then, when we made dinner or did the dishes, we could imagine that we weren’t here, between thin walls and under stomping neighbours, but out in the world. Adventurers, explorers, discovering unknown pockets of the well-trod world.
If dogs lived as long as people, they’d get tired of us, eventually. They’d want to get out and experience the world for themselves. Run wild. And that would break our hearts. But we’d do our best to understand. Go then, we’d say, but come back soon.