Haneul instinctively brushed the non-existent dust off her shoulders. Somehow, her body was convinced that this wasn't her home, or never was. She felt like a guest sitting formally on the sofa of the living room of her parents' house, where she would normally crash and watch TV till there was nothing to watch. Yes, she was the type of person to spend the weekends watching TV. The big TV in front of her was dusted well, just like her shoulders, even though there was no one to watch it as diligently anymore.
And surprisingly enough, in the week of her marriage, she hadn't seen herself watching TV for even a second. There were two TVs at her house; one in the living room and one in the bedroom. She didn't even spare a glare to the TVs let alone watch them.
