Answer:
My days are numbered. What am I?
Golden treasure I contain guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed then left to build my treasure anew.
I am the home for feathery animals.
What always goes to bed with its shoes on?
I make billions of dollars selling windows. Who am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?