Some days Fox wakes up with a lot of pressure, Poppy sometimes helps with that.
Poppy is a fun, optimistic, risk taker. Together Fox and Poppy make a good team, most of the time.
Bouncing around like a fairy tale bunny rabbit, Poppy wakes Fox to get going with the day. Fox pulls the covers over his head as today getting out of bed seems almost impossible. There are too many to please, too many things on the to-do list and too much pain to move.
Poppy is always intense, but some days, like today, Fox wants her to just leave. Poppy doesn't leave, Poppy stays. She holds up big colorful signs when Fox covers his ears and bangs cymbals when he covers his eyes. She pulls on his blanket and tickles his feet, and slowly, heavily Fox sits up. Poppy cheers, confetti and balloons fall from the sky. Fox knows balloons and confetti are not in black-and-white, but that is all he sees, and doesn't understand why Poppy is so excited about dull balloons and confetti. Poppy continues to celebrate, hugging and kissing Fox on the cheek, as he flops around in her affection.
Fox wishes he could be as excited as Poppy, wants to be a good friend, but is heavy today. He drudes through the weight of his heavy body to standing, slumped over, nose pointing toward the ground as Poppy bounces weightless around him, arms pumping like a winning boxer. The happier Poppy is the guiltier Fox feels, as he questions where this weight came from, and the more he questions, the heavier the weight gets.
Poppy points to something in the direction of Fox's shoulder, he turns to see that the weight he is carrying is a sleeping grizzly bear draped on his back. Fox shudders and curls into a ball hoping to roll away into a hole. He squints his eyes shut tight, hugs his knees, and curls his tail under. He can't hear or see Poppy anymore. Fox begins to spin around in an effort to get the grizzly off of his back, althought it doesn't work, Fox can't stop. He hears Poppy's voice like a whisper from above him, a small pin hole of light and sound, "Breathe, Fox! Slow and deep." Poppy's small cry from far away repeats over and over and over, and soon Fox realized he was not spinning and he was not far away and the grizzly bear was gone. Fox opened one eye, taking a slow breath of crisp spring morning air, like a flash Poppy was in front of him sitting cross-legged looking intently into his eyes, holding his front paws with her hands.
Fox looks around and sees the trees, the flowers and the morning mist rising from the grass and earth hills. His head has stopped spinning and although the weight of the grizzly is gone, he looks at Poppy with shame as he realized his friend saw him being flattened by the grizzly. Fox dropps his head and pulls his paws away from Poppy's soft fingers, and crosses his arms. Poppy doesn't move away, waits a second and embraces Fox with a big warm hug and a smile. She turns to show Fox the brunch table she set for them under a tree. Fox slowly follows Poppy to his seat, smelling the delicious eggs and hashbrowns waiting for them.