A Kiss Under The Mistletoe

Chapter 29: Ache

"I find out a lot about myself by sleeping. Dreams, they are who I am when I'm too tired to be me."
—Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not for Sale

I could imagine myself looking outside the window and finding Luke, grinning sheepishly as he held a book in the air.  As I adjusted my eyesight, I could see it was Doon by Carey Corp.

I could imagine myself not thinking at all, and just swiftly running downstairs yet quietly, and hugging Luke tightly the moment I opened the door and saw his face. I had no idea why I could imagine myself hugging him the moment I see him. I just felt like hugging him.

I could imagine myself saying,  "I can't believe you're here."

"Will you let me in? I'm freezing out—" he tries to get in but I stop him.

"No!" I will say suddenly as I brush my hands through my arms, warming them.

"What, 'no'?"

"Everyone is sleeping and—"

"Seriously?"

"Fine. Just be quiet, okay?" I say, more worried about waking my parents than our health.

After that, we'll be finally sitting on the couch, and I will offer Luke coffee or hot cocoa. Hmm... If he asked for hot cocoa, I would give him some coffee. Coffee is life after all.

That scenario played on my mind as I was about to open my window. My mind is so messed up.

I probably should lessen watching chick-flick movies.

Or not.

"Gwen!" I heard someone call out my name, making me snap out of my imagination land.

"Gwen!" said a vaguely familiar voice.

I finally got the courage to look out the window. I narrowed my eyes to see who the hell it was.

It was Ron.

Holy Hera! What is he doing here?!

"Gwen!" He shouted, he looked frustrated and cold.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed.

I swear, what happened next was really freaky. I just appeared to be in front of me. Like he shadow-walked into my room.

"Gwen, you gotta wake up." Ron stated, though it sounded like it wasn't his voice.

"What do you mean? I'm already awake."

"Wake up!"

"Wake up!"

"Gwen!"

I flickered my eyes slowly. The light was blinding my eyes. As I slowly get up, I looked around and I was in my room. Oddly my phone was in my hand, pressed against my ear. Though, not so oddly when I saw my other hand was holding a book.

I opened my eyes widely and yawned. What time was it?

"Hey, you still there?" Someone mumbled that made me frantically look around my room again.

My head ached, so when I was sure that there was no danger in my room— I mean, what if there was a monster lurking from the corner? I am a demigod after all—I put my palm on my forehead and laid down again.