I dream at night I can only see your face
Annabeth's eyes flew open in frustration; her hands clutched the sheets with stubborn anger. For a couple of days now, she hasn't been able to fall asleep without seeing Percy's face lingering in her dreams.
Some dreams were replays of memories that she kept close to her heart, even if it was unintentional. She could recall that one night; she re-lived the time when she was holding the weight of the world on her young demigod shoulders. It was so vivid, as most demigod dreams are that she could feel the same excruciating pain she felt at the time.
She could also feel her bones dangerously creaking underneath the pressure of the world; she tossed and turned in her bed, trying to get rid of this feeling, because it felt like her whole body was going to explode at any minute. However, she could also feel that same overjoyed hope when she saw her boyfriend arrive on the scene.
She knew it was Percy, but she saw that he didn't look like he was thirteen. He looked like the last time she saw him, or when he reached the age of seventeen. The way that he looked the last time she saw him was the only way she could hold onto him until she found him. She did register that he had probably changed over time; she still didn't know whether she was scared or excited about that.
Nevertheless, she wasn't mad about seeing her lost boyfriend every night. It was the fact of seeing his face, the sight of his hazy visage was merely a tease to her. She knew that he wasn't really there, but dreams always have had that mysterious power of tricking the human mind by smearing the line of reality and the realm of dreams.
The first night she experienced one of these pragmatic dreams, she immediately woke up and sprinted all the way over to the Poseidon cabin, bare foot and in her pajamas. She was fully convinced that he had finally returned back to camp somehow. Her bright eyes, eager eyes searched for the missing body in his bed, but she returned back to the Athena cabin empty handed and ultimately feeling very disappointed that he hadn't actually returned.
Annabeth threw the old, crinkled covers off of her and sat on the edge of her bed, burying her tired face in her hands. Her bare feet touched the warm floor of the cabin. She didn't know what to do about these dreams; she didn't really want to share them with Chiron. She felt like she shared a lot of things with Chiron nowadays.
She personally didn't want these dreams to end. But, she concluded with the fact that they were bittersweet: they were nice to have at that moment, but they ended up killing her on the inside.
She was glad that in two days, the ship would finally be leaving.