
I'm anxious, pacin'. Thoughts are racin', is this over? Why won't you call my number

Stephen Stills
I'm anxious, pacin'. Thoughts are racin', is this over? Why won't you call my numberThe light filtered through the half opened shutter blinds. The light from the window illuminated the room.
They slowly opened their eyes, looking at the clock. It was late afternoon, around 16:00
They had been napping with Stephen, their boyfriend. The person they loved very much
