Kuunari

The sunlight of a bright Sunday morning streamed in through the half open curtains, caught in a slight breeze. She looked over at the man beside her. Every morning should be like this. Every morning will be like this, she thought.

Last night had been a whirlwind of relatives and friends and dancing and laughter. Every person wished them the best, gave them advice, most of it in jest, and celebrated with them their love. Can life always be like this?

Their cat jumped down from the open window onto the bed. The man made swatting motions at the cat, which the cat deftly avoided, and rolled over, opening his eyes into hers. His deep blue eyes reflected in the brown in hers. The smile on his face told her all that she needed to know.