Where is she?

Well, a few nights ago, I walked in to go to bed and this is what I saw:
Just in case you can't see my daughter in there, here is a better one:

So, being the good mom I am, I removed the hundred pound horse from her face and left her like this:

You want to know the bad thing? She had that horse back over her in less than an hour. UGH!! At least we know she liked that birthday gift. (From 2007.) Now how can we convince a sleeping child that having a horse covering most of your body is not a good thing?