Proloog part 2: unnamed story

Softly humming I continued to sweep the Floor. Lately a weird feeling would come to me. It
was rare at first, but now it's almost all the time. Not sure what it is, I tried to finish the daily
chores. The laundry needed some attention, but the night had already fallen. After putting
away the broom I started to reheat the soup. Suddenly the urge to look outside the window
over whelmed me.

Silly, because nothing was out there. At least as far as I could see. Some stars were visible.
The elders would say al the time that the souls of the death are looking down on us. To guide
us in dark times, as they said. Or to mock us, as it felt to me. With a small sigh I let the curtain
fall. Though curtain just might be too fancy a word for the old cloth hanging there. It was
clean but of cheap material and starting to show signs of  its age.

As every evening I would wait for my husband to come home. I remembered that I used to be
thrilled with the thought of him returning to me. But lately.. He wasn't good looking, smart
nor rich. Actually it was hard to get by. But by the ancients, he is well build. Just thinking of
his member made me warm inside. Maybe it was thoughtless of me, to have accepted his
proposal just based on the actions in bed. Apparently I could have gotten more decent men as
my mother loved to point out to me.

Useless to think about that, it was too late now. A soft sound echoed through the room. Was it
a sigh or a whimper? I did not know. Nor did I really care.

At first it all seemed a dream. A small but sturdy house on the edge of village. A good
husband out for the day to earn some money and later to return for his duties in bed. It gave
me freedom that not many women had around here. As much as I love this place, it seems so
boring. Never had I imagined that I would get tired of this. Why wasn't it good enough
anymore? It used to be. It was everything I longed for as a small child. Yet I grew restless
with the day.

The warm air came in as the door opened. Slowly it filled the room, but somehow it did not
reach my soul. Forcing a smile I greeted my husband and tended to his need. Like I would
every night. And probably would for the rest of my life. Yes definitely boring, but then it only
seemed to bother me. So it most be meaningless to pounder about it, I thought to myself as I
got the soup.