Dove
"Little Bird," I heard Bucky's deep raspy voice whisper in my ear before he pressed a kiss to my cheek. His large hand rubbed my back as I hugged a pillow tightly to my chest not ready to leave bed just yet.
I didn't know what it was about sleeping on a jet that felt so calming but it was the best sleep I had ever had in my life. Maybe because the sheets were made from pure linens and felt like heaven against my skin. Maybe it was Bucky cuddling me or the fact there was no earth under us to ground us.
My dreams were erratic though. Me on a bed with gold and diamonds like I was in a Beyonce music video. Bucky walking around in his naked self with his body smothered in cooking oil and extra shiny.
I believed he mentioned that modeling had gotten into my head far too much. Would I be invited to the Met Gala one day? Possibly on the cover of Vogue with a close up of my face dressed in beige avant garde fashion whilst on a white horse.
