It's actually more comfortable than some of the cheaper IKEA bed frames.
Shoe off. Messy hair. Slumped, disconsolate posture. We like to imagine this isn't a photo of a toddler sleeping but rather a photo that captures a toddler in the middle of banging her head against the shopping cart. Because that is how we feel after a few days of wandering around IKEA. By that point, we'd happily eat horse meatballs, if it meant we got to leave the store and never come back again. Heck, we'd eat horse meatballs either way.