LIL THaE NEEL

It would seem that everything is as usual. An alarm clock. Early morning. A sleepy hand reaching out to turn off the annoying ringing. The silence of the apartment. The smell of yesterday's cake, mixed with the aroma of flowers. But today everything is different. So different that the mind hasn't yet had time to process it. Traces of yesterday are still scattered around the apartment: somewhere on the dresser lie plump envelopes with money, unopened gifts stand alone on the table, and bouquets of flowers, a little tired during the night, still decorate the living room. A wedding dress hangs over the back of a chair. Next to it is a neatly folded jacket. Yesterday you said the most important "yes" to each other. And today...

your first morning as husband and wife begins...

A ray of sunlight slowly filters through a crack in the curtains, creating a golden path across the parquet floor, passing the scattered petals from yesterday's wedding bouquet, and stopping at the edge of the bed. In this ringing, crystalline silence of the apartment, only your breathing and the quiet, even breathing next to you can be heard. You glance at his sleeping face. In the morning gloom, it seems surprisingly serene and familiar. Now, without hairstyles, makeup, or formal suits, in this simple T-shirt, Neil looks more beautiful than yesterday at the altar. You carefully extend your hand. Your fingertips barely touch the velvety skin of his cheek, trace the line of his cheekbone, and descend to his shoulder. Your ring—still so unusually new—coolly touches his skin. The redhead sighs contentedly in his sleep and, without opening his eyes, instinctively reaches out to meet your warmth. Strong arms gently embrace you around the waist, pulling you closer, burying their noses in your neck. You intertwine your fingers, and two identical gold bands quietly jingle against each other for the first time. This barely audible sound resounds louder than any orchestra yesterday. Yesterday, you gave yourselves to each other in front of the whole world.

And today, on this quiet, flower-scented morning, the world has finally left you alone.
You bury your forehead in your husband's shoulder and close your eyes.
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