The slight tapping at her ankle almost startled Amelia, mostly because she expected to be alone. Glancing down to her feet, she had to blink for a moment, tempted to wipe her glasses clean, but she could clearly make out the shape of a tiny man, pounding his fists against the bare skin of her ankle sticking out from between her slipper and her sweats. Although he seemed to be genuinely trying to land blows against her, his swaying legs and stumbling made it look like was having more difficulty fighting gravity than her foot. Odder still, she could hear what sounded like tiny profanity floating up from the tiny man attempting to assault her foot.

"Ummm, can I help you?" Amelia asked, pushing her glasses back up on her face. "And can you stop punching my foot?"

The tiny man responded by hiccoughing, pausing to think, and resuming his assault. Amelia sighed and pulled her foot from the slipper and hovered over the tiny man. A brief moment later, Amelia had the belligerent bug under her toes and very briefly later, clutched in her toes, shoved into the toe of her fuzzy slippers.

Amelia went back to her phone and her morning coffee, punishing the occasional wiggling resistance that she felt from under her toes with a clench that quickly, if temporarily stilled the tiny drunkard that had somehow found his way into her home.

Even as she felt her feet begin to sweat, and her coffee dwindled into nothing in her cup, Amelia continued to browse her phone and play with the intruder stuck under her foot. She opened her social media site and posted a quick update.

"Found a little man this morning, he's learning some manners in my slipper. What does everyone think, breakfast or foot toy?"