"Luke Castellen," Annabeth muttered his name quietly in her dreams, "Luke, Luke, Luke."
The night was silent except her murmurs, the cold wind gently ruffled her curtains, causing the moonlight to leak into her bedroom.
"Luke…" her mouth slowly formed a smile, it was one of those really satisfied smiles, as if everything was perfect, and you could have everything you want.
In fact, it wasn't far from the truth. He was everything she wanted.
"Mmm…" she hugged her pillow a litter tighter, although due to the chill air rushing in or the events in her dream, no one knows.
The wind grew stronger outside, and eat time the heavy curtains were blew closer to the alarm clock on the window still (she claimed that if she had to cross her room to turn off the alarm clock, it would be highly more efficient). Five centimeters, two centimeters, zero point five…
"Cling!" the alarm clock dropped on the floor with a loud sound.
Annabeth's eye shot open. At first that dreamy smile was still stuck on her face, but then she blinked a few times and it turned into a frown. Glancing at the environment around her, she realized that everything that had happened was just a dream. Just another dream about him.
She bit her lips and eyed the alarm clock on the ground. For some reason she just didn't feel like putting it back on the window still, so she snuggled back to bed, clutching on her pillow even tighter.
Then she made a silent prayer to no god in particular, to not let her dream about him again.
Luke Castellen, her best fantasy, her worst nightmare.
But of course, it didn't work. It never did.