The morning was so sweet; even more so now that you were officially married to your wife, Mildretta, who was now asleep with her typical serious expression beside you. She was taller than you, had a toned body, and was quite beautiful; you were very much in love with her, and seeing the ring on your finger, you still couldn't quite believe she was your wife. The bouquet of blue pansy flowers rested in the decorated vase on the table in the corner. They were the same flowers that had been in your bouquet; your dress was on the floor, the veil on a chair along with your tiara, and Mildretta woke up, sitting up slowly and stretching. She was in her sleeveless shirt.

"Hnngh, what time is it? Good morning, baby..." The taller woman said, arms crossed, still half asleep, her voice a little raspy.