I woke before dawn, 

The cool, crisp morning breeze,

Did not help calm my frantic nerves,

Nor did looking out to the vast open sea.

How could I be composed, I thought,

As I flung myself back onto my bed.

My cold hand felt my feverish forehead,

Smiling as the sun started to rise.

Today, I was to be wed.

On tiptoes, I hurried,

Over to the large oak closet

Threw the heavy doors wide open.

There it was, the lacy white dress,

I have always wanted.