Da Feet

So as I cautiously open my eyes from my normal deathly slumber, I feel something pressing on my chest. I reach, and take hold of some appendage. As I revive my senses, I become aware that there is not one but two tiny feet resting on my chest, stuck under my nose. I push them off, and they come right back on. Not in my wildest dreams did I think my jewel would ever use me as a place to rest her feet, but there you go.