The engaged.

The Bride
She was enlightened. Nothing was going to stop her. She was candid. For a couple of hours the morning was all hers. Quiet, calm. She sucked the sun in with deep breaths as she engaged the soon end of an engagement and the beginning of and accompanied life. She was ready to open a day that for once, was all hers. Moments after she was hypnotized by daylight, her bridesmaids arrived. All, seeming more exited than her. All in awe of what the calmness of the morning, of he sucking in sunlight, did to her aura, to her featherweight presence.

The Groom
Sleep deprivation. No more coffee please. Stamina was won by running before the sun was up. Morning was met clumsily in what was (at the moment) a deserted beach. Millions of thoughts infused his brain and as he tried to concentrate on only one, they all left and came back in an oceanic motion with the waves rhyming beside him. Convinced more that ever but mainly focused (not by choice) on the scared shitless emotion. All briefly diffused by the arrival of a groomsman.

The Engaged
Did not sleep the day before. They came out of bed at approximate hours and as the sun came up, were lent the perfectness of the day. Nothing could prepare them for what was to come. No one is really ever ready to be married. They were fused by the sunlight on what would become their journey. They stood before the day they were to be wed.