It's morning and I'm still napping, with my feet poking out from under my blanket. I continue to snooze, rubbing my feet together and curling my toes.

You can't help but stare at my soft soles and toes, their scent barely reaching your nostrils. You want to get closer, but are wary of me idly moving my feet, not knowing you are there.

At the end, I stretch and my sole slams into you.

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