Stuffy and Eluuna's 1 on 1!

The bed was empty, the sheets thrown back on the bed.

 

There was no response.

 

Again, there was no reply.

 

She was not in the upstairs floor, but there seemed to be the sound of Tom moving around downstairs.

 

When he got downstairs, he would see Poppy lying down on the couch, her arms wrapped around Tom. Her eyes were closed and her face was buried in the dog’s fur. Tom looked up at Francis and thimped his tail in greeting.

 

Poppy stirred in her sleep before opening one eye to look up at him blearily.

"Don't be mad."

 

She relaxed slightly, looking over at Tom. She hesitated before speaking.

"I'm fine. You should go back to sleep. I'll make you sick."

 

She gave him a warm smile, her eyes loving.

"No, my darling. I'm alright. I promise."

 

She frowned, sitting up.

"We don't have any, though."

 

"No," she protested. "I can go. Or I don't need it. I'm alright, really."