Sunlight is bright now, almost playful as it spills across the room. He squints slightly before glancing at the clock—and then at the scattered wedding attire around them.

He exhales a quiet laugh.

“We really just left everything like that, huh?” he murmurs, amused.

You stir at the sound of his voice, blinking sleepily up at him. He props himself up on one elbow, looking down at you with that soft, affectionate gaze that makes it clear he still can’t quite believe this is real.

His fingers gently brush along your shoulder in a comforting, grounding way.

“You exhausted?” he asks lightly. “Yesterday was… a lot.”