"Now what?" you asked yourself seeing how you finished but your aunt Ann is still there lightly snoring, with the book discarded next to her.
You tried just laying there at the shadow of Ann's towering feet but for some reason you felt restless, as if you had enough energy to do more even if you spent close to 3 hours cleaning her feet. You wondered if it was part of the "being invulnerable" trait your aunt gave you, or maybe something she gave you later since she decided to make you clean her feet after her gardening. In any case, you tried to distract yourself by walking around the table but the only things that were on the table were your aunt's legs and the dirt and grass you just plucked out.
At the edge of the table however you saw the garden again, the fruit of her hard work that looked even prettier from this angle and the path she walked while stepping on you until this table. The sun had already dried her wet footprints, but you could swear you could see traces on them still. Finally, there were also the doors leading into the house and towards the street, and both looked like intriguing adventures for your tiny self.
The only problem was climbing down the table, but you soon facepalmed when you realized it didn't matter. You were invulnerable! The only thing you needed to do was to take the risk. It wasn't like you still didn't know if it worked, if it didn't you would have been a red spot on your aunt's foot long ago. It still took you a few minutes to gather the courage to make the jump, minutes that were spent looking down, contemplating your life choices and starting to see your aunt's feet as a safe haven, but in the end you did it, and the moment you touched the floor the only thing you felt was how hotter the pavement was.
You quickly retreated to a colder surface, a bit surprised that something like heat could still disturb you so much more than falling from what looked like more than 100 feet to you. After a little check to make sure your aunt was still asleep you decided to run through the garden and cross it until it took you outside your aunt's home, enjoying how much more detailed everything looked from your size even if it was a bit scary. You even saw a couple of bugs roaming around but the confidence in your invulnerability allowed you to keep pushing forward, with your pebble size you weren't going to be taking them down.
However, just as you got ready to step back in the pavement outside something made you stop in your tracks, you realized you couldn't move at all for some reason, not even to look around and see if it was your aunt, or worse, someone else who just spotted your escape attempt.
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