I bought my first fiddle leaf fig on a Sunday afternoon, full of optimism and a bag of organic potting soil. Within three weeks, its leaves drooped like disappointed hands, and the edges turned a crispy brown. My apartment has just 48 square meters of living space, and the only spot with decent light is also where the sofa bed lives. This is the real tension of small space living: you want the lush, oxygenating presence of indoor plants, but you also need a functional sleep setup for when your sister crashes after a late train. My current configuration involves a walnut framed sofa bed with a click-clack mechanism that folds flat into a surprisingly decent sleeping platform. The problem is the constant negotiation. Does the monstera get the prime window spot, or does the guest get a view of the brick wall while they sleep on a 16 cm foam mattress? The plant usually wins, because plants don't complain about pillow placement.