Waiting for a Visitor.... (back dated from Text) - Gilded Cage

She nods and then laughs "I don't have any movies here there all at home." offhandedly said.

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "That's okay. We can just talk if ya want. Tell me what ya want, darlin."

"To think. And not be so not me..." with a sad smile at him. "So when you doing that one song?".

He smiled. "Which one? I've got a bunch of 'em."

"The naughty mother's day one....." with a happy smirk at his answer.

He laughed. "In three weeks. Ya comin ta see tha show?"

"I'd like to but I'm not sure if I'll still be in this world..." she says honestly.

His brows rose. "Somebody threatenin ya, darlin?"

"No I just may not wake up..." taking a deep breath "It's usually a pretty nice place to stay. Sun on my skin, running in fields of flowers, chimes in the trees and butterflies surround me...."

He frowned. "That ain't normal."

"What's not normal?" wearily looking at him.

He ran a hand over her hair. "Not wakin up."

"To be young again in some ways is refreshing. It's safe, I'm secure and protected. But then things twist and it's not happy but I can't wake up and that's so exhausting those nights." relaxing into his touch.

He frowned. "Ya get stuck in ya nightmares?"

"Yes when I wake up I feel drained and exhausted as if I was really living them. It's hard to explain." sounding very defeated.

He kissed the top of her head. "Hm. Doesn't sound good, darlin."

Greer sighs "But like you said it can't be real right? It has to be me finally going insane, but there's another odd part to the dreams...."

He stroked her hair. "What's that?"

"I think I've awoken bruised and that's not possible from a dream right?" so softly said and a shiver of fear as if she finally was saying it out loud.

He continued to pet her. And pulled out his phone. He started pressing numbers. "Gonna find out."

She watched him worriedly but stayed curled into him.

He hung up the phone and looked at her. "Ya up for takin a trip darlin?"

"To whom and where?" wearily said.

He smiled. "Ta go see Victor Morton. I know ya said ya ain't a fan, but I'll be with ya."

"He's a very complex, intricate spider and I feel very much a fly in his presence." with a nod to him, ruefully standing up from him, and waiting for him to lead the way.