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I lay in bed that night thinking only of her. Of the unsatisfied passion that was aching within every bone of my body. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the loud snore of the pregnant woman that was lying next to me. I turned my head to look at her and I felt a pang of guilt. She was my wife, my family, and yet all I could think about was Griet. I knew it was selfish, but her memory was haunting my every waking moment. Those lips. If only I had gotten a taste of those beautiful, luscious lips. And her hair. Even though I had only seen her with her hair exposed for a very brief moment, I couldn't picture her any other way. I longed to touch that hair; my fingers yearned to dive into every wave of it.
My wife rolled over and clung to my chest, nuzzling her head under my chin. I wrapped an arm around her and tried to remember what made us marry each other in the first place. Her beauty and my impulsive youthfulness were to blame, I suppose. I was always a romantic, being ruled by what ever emotion I was feeling at the moment. Don't misunderstand me, I love my wife very much, but even from the beginning there was always something missing with her. We've always had passion enough, but companionship seemed to be our weakness. She was always bothered about some trivial thing or another and always tried to make me listen about it, but I preferred to be alone in my studio. Away from the common world, away from her and the children, I was perfectly content with just a paintbrush and my thoughts. But then Griet came, and now I can't bear to go in there without her.
I sighed, kissed my wife on the forehead, and closed my eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep where Griet was mine in every dream.
