I woke up with a groggy head. I had almost forgot I was living a life with Will Poulter. I slightly smiled and heaved out of bed. I walked downstairs and saw Will making eggs.
"Hello, lovely." He set down the pan of eggs on the stove and walked over to me. He kissed me on the head as he squeezed me.
"hi..." I knew I didn't sound all too happy. He frowned and pulled back from me.
"What's wrong, love?" His British accent didn't help. I sighed,
"I dunno. I just feel...off today." I rubbed my eyes.
"Well, we can't have that, now can we." He looked at me but it didn't help. He started to tickle me and I laughed a little. Then he kissed my cheek and jaw line in the midst of tickling. I squirmed back to the couch laughing and fell on the soft sofa. He tickled over top of me and playfully fell on top of me. i smiled.
"See, I tickled the sadness out of you." He smiled and kissed my cheek ever so lightly. I had nothing to worry about.
