First time I've ever written for one of these, I'll think about it!

"Huh."

I stared at the little pot on the shelf, the tiny silver leaf peeking out of it shaking as if to say hello. I reached into it to grab the plastic tag sticking out, and read the name.

Yggdrasil...?

I looked back at the leaf again - is it just my imagination, or is that a second leaf growing? - and wrinkled my nose.

What's the possibility of this really being a bit of a mythological world tree? Is this a prank? I raised the plastic tag again.

"A prank worth ninety nine cents..."

Might as well.

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"Mom."

I stirred in my bed, sitting up to find my teenage son staring at me, his expression odd. After he confirmed I was awake, he walked back to where my light switch on, flicking it.

"You should probably repot that plant."

Silver branches spread along my wall, a beautiful trellis crumbling the drywall underneath them. Huge leaves sprouted along their lengths, creating dark shadows that looked like they were moving. And a single, sturdy but young trunk grew, right in the middle of the split dresser I had set the plastic pot on last night before going to sleep.

I was silent for a moment, gazing at the destructive tree growing in my room.

"Mom?"

Closing my eyes, I waved my son away. "Just... go bring me something to put it in. A bucket or something. It's going outside."

"We're KEEPING it?!"

I ignored his incredulous look as I got up, walking over to the roots that were still slowly creeping along my floor. "It was worth a dollar. I'm not wasting it. Besides, a world tree? In our home? You think it might be worth something?"

"Can we please stop thinking about money, mom?! It'll cost more to fix the house!" He inched closer to me, but to my surprise, a long branch suddenly moved, whipping the floor in front of him. A long gash appeared in the carpet, and we gaped at each other, stunned.

"Not... moving. Staying. Here. Will fix." The silver branch writhed like a snake, the tip moving back and forth between us in challenge, as if it were threatening to whip us like it did my now ruined carpet.

"It just fucking talked, Mom! And we're still keeping it?"

"You heard the tree. Get used to it. I'm not threatening the tree that just ripped my carpet. Besides, it said it would fix it."

"Will fix." The branch swayed in agreement. "Get used."