You seem tired today
Were you up all night afraid of what the future might bring?
I feel fine today
I had dreams of you in places I've not seen before
You get so carried away
Like lovers new to bodies first to touch you here
This ain't a getaway
You build walls around your heart to try to lock it in
I'm gonna leave it all out there to dry
I'm gonna leave it all out there
I'm gonna leave it all out there to dry up
I'm gonna leave it all out there
And upon the wind it's carried
Over the cities and the plains
You got time you're on the mend babe
And everybody wants the same
Everybody wants the same thing
I'm gonna leave it all out there to dry
I'm gonna leave it all out there
I'm gonna leave it all out there to dry up
I'm gonna leave it all out there
But you worry me
You worry me
You worry me
You worry me
"You Worry Me"
by
Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats
I woke to knocking at my door. I got up and was halfway to the door before I remembered I had gone to bed nude, which I used to do regularly back when I didn't often get woken up in the middle of the night. Nat, Clint and I had a 'girl's night' tonight and I had imbibed my fair share over pedis and movies. I backtracked to the bedroom when I realized with a "Just a minute..." to pull on an oversized tee and shorts before shuffling sleepily to the ever more insistent knocking door, near frantic by the time I opened it. "Whassup? Whuth'hell time is it?" I can hold my liquor, I wasn't drunk, but a bottle of wine in an evening is still a bottle. I could tell I was still slightly buzzed on top of being woken from a dead sleep.
Bucky stood there in sweats and a black tank, disheveled from sleep, or lack thereof. He looked haunted, pale and shaking, eyes too bright, his scarred shoulder caked with dried blood. He'd been clawing at his prosthetic again, which he hadn't done in awhile. I let him in and shut the door behind him. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind before I could turn away from the door, pressing his face to the curve of my neck.
"Nightmare?"
He nodded.
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
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