He stood there on the balcony ledge of the magnificent hotel staring off into the rainy day in paradise. "Peter come back into the room," his beautiful new wife said. His eyes focused off in the distance trying to look passed the rain. As she should stood behind him she put her left hand on his right shoulder. "Peter, please come back in. You can't make it stop raining."

"I know," Peter replied in a rather gloomy voice, "but I wanted everything to be perfect."

Kara: It's just fine.
Peter: Yeah, but it's not perfect.
Kara: And it never will be. You can't keep building up these ideas. It's not healthy for you, or for me.

She pulled her hand off of his shoulder.

One tiny little tear rolled down the side of his face. He turned around to face her. He was ashamed of his tear, but he also wanted to show how much he loved her and that he only wanted to give her the best.

Kara: There's no need to get so worked up. Come on now.

She put her palm on his cheek and with her thumb rubbed away the trail the tear had left. "Let's go down to the lobby. I bet they have something we can do." Peter didn't know any better, but he trusted her and knew she was logical. He tried to muster up some enthusiasm and said, "Ok."

It wasn't very convincing, but it would do. Kara grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door. She wanted to move him quickly so he had no time to think. Once Peter started something he would get into it, all she had to do was get him going.

Out in the hallway was that familiar hotel smell. The scent of cleaning supplies trying to cover up the hidden dirtiness. Peter cringed at the thought. Kara was still leading, but then Peter took notice and caught up to her so he was walking with her side-by-side. One thing after another made him feel bad. He should have been walking with her all along. He also knew he should have been more open minded and willing to go along instead of focusing on what he wanted to happen but wasn't going right.

The hallways were quiet. Peter didn't hear a thing from any of the rooms. There weren't any doors shutting or elevators dinging. Where was everyone, and what were they doing? This is the premier travel spot for honeymooners. Why couldn't he hear any sex? "Hey, wait a minute," he thought, "why aren't we having sex? Eh, it's probably too late now. If I tried to stop her and convince her we should go back to the room she'd probably go off on her own and tell me to go back and fuck myself."

Down in the hotel lobby the marble stone floor was glossed over. They were probably constantly waxing it. And the off-white alabaster columns looked like they were made up of the finest sea shells. Of course they had the wooden wove love seats with floral patterned cushions. Peter wanted to go sit down on one of them while Kara went to the front desk to ask for suggestions, but that would only make things worse. At least he knew better.

He wondered if they had a bar or where he could find one. With Peter it would be just his luck that the island was full of only outdoor tiki bars and they'd all be closed because it was raining. A Pina Colada sounded good about now. Kara probably didn't want to drink and wouldn't want him drinking either. A drink might be just the thing that could loosen him up though.

Peter came to the conclusion it wasn't worth bringing up. What good is paradise if you can't do the things you feel like? Screw it. "Honey, would it be okay with you if I went and sat down?"
"Sure."
Over at the front desk Peter could heard the man behind the counter say that the weather would probably clear up by evening and they could enjoy a lovely dinner at the restaurant watching the sunset.

Peter: I wonder how much the stuff in the mini-fridge costs?
We could make our own concoction.
How much would that cost?
That would be awesome. 17 types of liquor.
What would we name it?
There's only one thing you could name it. The Devil's Magician.
Badass!

Kara walked over and sat next to him. She put her hand on his knee. "Hey," she leaned forward and put her head in Peter's field of vision, "can you come back to this side of the world?" Peter blinked and his eyes moved to the left to look Kara directly in the eyes. Peter: Sorry.
Kara: Don't be sorry. But it's hard to imagine why you would want to wander off in your thoughts when you're in paradise. Where is there to escape to that could be better than this?

Peter's mouth opened and just as he was about to speak Kara interrupted. "Bup, don't say it. I don't want to hear about how it could be better if it wasn't raining."

Peter smiled and could finally let it drop. There was a small trace of guilt that it took him that long to be convinced, but she did it. That was part of Peter's love. He could never be sure but had to trust that was part of her love for him.