The paperwhites in our living room stretch up about an inch a day. They have everything they need, right in their bulb, to grow and bloom for weeks. I have them anchored in potting soil, but they don’t really need it. They are a self-contained bloom machine. The bulbs could just as well rest on a bed of moistened stones.
It is a daily delight to observe the change, the stretch toward light, the promise in the buds. The bulbs in our living room are an emblem for me. Go ahead, sink in your toes and bloom.