Honeymoon's Over: Day 18

Early morning. Little sleep.

Husband's alarm went off as wife dressed for work. Sweet and unimposing So Sorry by Feist. Husband shuffled under the sheets for a bit, then rolled over.

Ten seconds. Twenty seconds. Twenty-nine seconds.

Wife stomped over and turned the sweetness off. Mornings were not times for frivolous happiness and sounds. They were for silence and anger.

Husband's eyes shot open: "I was listening to that."
Wife said: "Oh, I'm sorry."

But she wasn't.