I LOLLED ON A LILLIPAD

I lolled on a lillipad in perfect peace. I was naked and the feeling of the green wet lillipad against my back and butt, and the hot yellow sun beaming down upon my frontal nudity was an exquisite combination. Being shrunken down to a tiny size by my father, who had then had to admit his accidentally doing so to his wife, had been a blessing in disguise. I felt I had gained a whole new perspective on life, and though there was a lingering sense of paranoia in the back of my mind that a frog might leap onto me at any moment, that too would be a new experience.