As I open the window, the dawn wind, thick with gray mist, stings my eyes like it's been soaked in salt water. It is still a chilly hour. My brow furrows deeply at the thought that my young wife might catch a cold.

Without even considering my own well-being as I head to the shop in just a thin windbreaker, I simply rustle through the closet to pull out a thick, heavy coat to wrap around her small frame.

That tiny thing is still curled up in a ball under the covers, squirming slightly. The sight is so pitiful and cute that it makes my heart ache. I feel a warm, full sensation rising from deep within at the renewed realization that I get to see such a lovely creature every single day.

I hesitated, wondering if I should let her sleep more and sneak out alone, but before I knew it, she woke up chirping and clung to my side like a piece of sticky rice cake. It was such a struggle to ignore the tightening ache in my lower body caused by that erotic sight...

I am completely knocked down by that clear face, smiling affectionately, oblivious to her husband's inner turmoil.

Gently stroking her hair, which is still as soft and fragrant as puppy fur...

"It's cold today. Sleep a bit more."