Viola.

He was acting way too different that morning.

Like he'd been body-swapped with some cheerful stranger—bubbly, insistent, not his usual brooding self.

Yeah, I really wanted to sleep for longer, just burrow under the warm blankets.

And snooze another hour or two, dreaming peacefully.

But he kept insisting, poking my side gently but annoyingly.

Until I finally hopped off the bed with a dramatic sigh.

And did exactly what he wanted me to do, grumbling all the way.

"Fine, ...