Morning light. I lie sunken into my soft pillow, the soft white mounds piled around me, the grey ceiling far above. I could not see over them unless I sat up which I didn't do. The ceiling was a grey sky far above. I felt like I was floating on a cloud and for the first time since I shrank I felt comfortable. More than comfortable. I thought I had just discovered the first incontrovertible benefit to becoming someone's miniature sex toyluxurious sleeping situationsbut then I remembered that I had awakened in a cage the day before and might again. So maybe not. I was aware of Dare's light snoring and felt no urgency to move. I wasn't sure I could climb down off the bed unscathed so it was the perfect excuse to remain where I was. I tried to enjoy the moment without worrying about the future. My body felt oddly wonderful with no legacy of any of the battering it had taken over the past two days. No stinging on my butt from Phil's lashing. I wondered if another benefit of this size change might be faster healing. Maybe I was a regular little Wolverine doll.
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