Without doubt I'd be a hoverfly for roughly 48 minutes. In that time I'd emerge on a warm sunny day and in a series of high velocity sprints make my way to the nearest clump of neighbourhood flowers. These sprints would be too much for the human eye to take in - they would see only a blur of a transparent feathery thing.
Then I'd stop in an instant to hover above a dandelion flower, wings working like crazy with my body absolutely still, fixed motion.
I'd land with a delicate six foot landing so soft and perfect I'd not know if I'd landed or not but I must have because I'm sipping the nectar, fuel for my lift off.
Up I go in a silent silky fashion, turning in a fraction to zip off at warp factor 7 to the next sweet smelling flowerhead, zig zagging past bees and wasps, like slow flying hippos compared to me...I am the zen master of aerobatics.....nothing can catch me, not even time itself.....oooops stop! Without thinking. 48 minutes are up. I'm turning back into a human....oh no. How boring.