As the late afternoon sunlight settles through the wooden slats, his large hand reaches out and gently rests over his new bride's eyes.

He worries inwardly several times whether the light might wake her or if his hand feels too heavy, before finally locking the latch of the door again.

It is the ordinary sight of a new groom, still clumsy in everything he does.

It has already been over a fortnight since the wedding, yet I wonder when I shall ever grow accustomed to this...