"The Nose" from a different perspective

One morning, I was awakened by the smell of muffins cooking from a bakery down the street. I was still very tired, so I stumbled out of bed and fell to the floor. I was amazed by this, because I am a nose that has come detached from the face of my person. I was scared at first, but then I realized that I would never have to smell for him again. I could go down the street and get food, or talk to some girls all by myself. I would not have to sit on his face and wait for him to do something that I like. I enjoyed my freedom, until I was discovered and returned to him. I enjoyed my freedom while it lasted, but i must say I am pretty content with the way things are now, it seems like he appreciates me more now after he had to go through losing me. He realizes my importance