Beanstalk (Patreon)

I woke up feeling' my bed shaking', lifting' clean off the floor. Next thing I knew, vines were dragging' me straight through the roof, up into the cold night sky.

Clouds split open, and a giant face peered down at me, grinning' wide.

“Been waitin' on you, little man,” it rumbled.

And I reckon that’s when I knew I weren’t coming back down.