lan Whippie The Taller Tree Roots dug in deep, like a good little tree, a sapling grows along its peers. To bad though, just slightly taller than the rest. Up in the stratosphere, clouds build, as if jealous of something down below. There’s a jolt, a flash, and the tree lies smoidering, and a bit aggravated. Thunder is heard, gloating, miles away. Stasis You sit there in the back, your head to your desk as a half-dream slips over your half-consciousness. Now your vocal chords twitch in the effort to keep fro mumbling that which is so clearly incoherent in your head. Up is west and east is down as you swirn the Marathon on all fours. You fight awareness in vain, trying to push your mind to cling to this state of stasis.My mistake... Who's that? that’s you. But I'm over here though... No you aren't, you're there. But I'm talking to you! No, I'm talking to you. ‘Are you sure? | could've sworn. Nope. Quite sure? Yup. My mistake.