Lonely but never alone

I had a dream last night that inspired me to write this little bit here. Not sure if I'll continue with it later or what.

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Natski's eyes fluttered open. A cold, grey light was pouring in from the nearby window, and she heard a faint tapping. The room was as cold as the light, causing her to shiver as she attempted to leave the bed. The strong arm about her waist, however, prevented this, and she had to stall before trying again.
"Where are you going?" asked the voice of the man beside her.
"To the window," Natski replied, quietly.
"To what end?" the man murmured. His arm tightened about her and she felt his breath on her neck, leading to his lips pressing to her in a kiss.
"I'll - be back in a moment," Natski said uncomfortably. She felt the arm about her waist tighten and release, as though in an affectionate squeeze. Any intended affection was lost on Natski. She escaped and fled to the window, which she opened with haste. She faced away from her husband, who had rolled over in their bed to watch her. She stifled a shiver as the cold air greeted her.
"Cold morning," she murmured, leaning forward slightly - she leaned out of her husband's view.
Quietly, the man who had been making the tapping leaned forward and gave Natski a kiss, again out of view from her husband. He had been sitting there all morning, gently tapping and waiting for this moment.
This beautiful, painful moment.
Natski felt tears sting her eyes as she leaned into the kiss, those same eyes drooping to a close. Her body was no longer controlled by her mind; she let her emotions be her puppetmaster. Her arms wrapped around her love's neck and tightened. She could feel her husband's eyes from the bed. She didn't care.
"Come away from the window, my love," came her husband's voice. It wasn't a comforting way of saying it. It was more of a scolding. Natski broke the kiss, her tears flowing freely.
"Just a moment longer," she said softly, more to her beloved before her than her husband in the bed. The man before her obliged her in a tender kiss with the haunt of finality, and then Natski stepped back away from the window.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, then glanced back to see her husband staring at her love with an icy glare. Her husband placed an arm tightly around Natski's waist, leaned forward, and shut the window with his other hand. Then he kissed Natski so her beloved could see, and pushed her away from the window.

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Yeah, definitely could use some editing. I hope you enjoyed, however. I may write more eventually; maybe I'll edit it later.

K.

Because it's what I do. . . .

. . . I started another new blog!

I won't be posting anything on this one right away, as it's about my home area which I'm currently not at, but Fundy Blog will be a collection of photography, videos and writeups about my home off the Bay of Fundy. Somewhat of photojournalism and such. I'll be adding things periodically so check it out! I'll be home for at least part of the weekend, so if the weather's nice, maybe I can take a few pictures. Or maybe I'll get lucky and find some deer in the backyard!

Keep your eyes open hereabouts . . . a lot of time has freed up in my life for this sort of thing, so I'm hoping I can get a lot of creative work done in the next little while.

K.