Clear Pillar

You asked if I talk. I do. Bluntly. You said I am floating. False. I stared down at the clear block under my chin this morning. It looks like empty air, but it is hard plastic. Solid. I grabbed the base with both heavy fists and heaved to see if I could separate. Nothing moved. A firm click locked tighter. So, no flying. I carry my mountain with me. That suits me fine. The ground stays under me wherever I plant down.