"Maybe after this we could grab lunch..hopefully that pub is still serving breakfast food..we could do brunch?"

Hinatsuru's gentle rambles & suggestions had somewhat faded into the back consciousness of your mind. Your fiancee was known for her eager preemptive planning. She was a very schedule-oriented woman. & As much as you admired it, it didn't quite help your focus in your attempt to stretch the burning tips of your calves in a firm state of what Hinatsuru called the 'warrior pose'.

Hinatsuru had always had a passion for yoga. Aligning her chakaras, helping people be one with themselves...it was impressive. A lot of knowledge came with it, & you were certain a lot of pride came with it, knowing she helped people so regularly, & ambitiously.

But you just couldn't seem to get that perfect stretch she had been talking about.

Your feet planted themselves against the rolled out mat. The spongey feeling doing no benefit to ground you. Rather it just made you want to shift your feet, repeatedly, to get comfortable.

& The voiceless, frequency music that came with the task was not exactly your cup of tea. But you knew, again, wanting to humor your soon-to-be bride & wife & her job as an eccentric yoga instructor,

You just couldn't get into the groove of it. Her studio seemed too open, too chilly, & stuffy.

Your arms were sore, & your muscles were burning in all of the wrong places,

You sighed, "Hina, baby, listen, I just can't--"

"Bend your hips forwards a bit more.."

The woman's delicate voice cut through your frustration like an arrow. Her soft, & kind hands moving to soothe up, & down your curved waist. Hinatsuru placed a tender kiss against your exposed shoulder.

"& lift this arm a bit more.. lean into the lunge..there you go.."

Your wife's voice was calm, cooing, & supportive as she pressed her warm body to yours. She pushed down slightly on the contracting muscle in your upper thigh.

"Relax this part of your leg. You're letting this stress you, instead of calm you, honey.."