Joyce awoke early as the sun peeked through the curtains. She felt even worse than the before. Her head pounding and cough relentless. Hopper popped out of his bedroom, his boots on.
" Morning sleepy head. I'm just going to chop some more wood. Take it easy until I'm back. Won't be long. " He smiled and hurried out the door. She chuckled.
Joyce quickly had a shower and put her same clean clothes on. She emerged into the kitchen. Wanting a cup of tea she put the kettle on. She held her head as her dizziness continued. She looked around for the tea bags and sighed.
They sat on the top kitchen shelf. She rolled her eyes.
Dragging the kitchen chair over she stopped for breaks. Everything felt exhausting. She somehow managed to climb on the chair, holding into the shelves for support. Her head was spinning. Reaching for the tea, she felt the chair wobble beneath her .
She exclaimed just as a firm arm wrapped around her waist and caught her, holding her hanging in the air.
" Joyce how is this considered taking it easy?" . Hopper huffed, slowly lowering her to the ground. She collected herself after that surprise and chuckled. He continued to make her tea as she watched in humour and admiration.