Part 3

"Thalia..."
His sweet angel voice rung though her head trying to awaken her from dreaming. 
Only it didn't help. Him calling her name over and over softly made Thalia drift deeper into a place she didn't know without a care in the world. 
Just let him keep calling me. She smiled at her selfishness and let the wave go over her. 
And the dream began.

"Thalia!" He tapped her forehead. 

A thunderstorm began.

"Thalia! Thalia!" He gently shuck her.

The sea crashed about, breaking rocks near by.

Thalia was rowing, the sea bouncing up and down. Each rocking moment water leaked in, soaking her already cold feet. The lightning flashed showing terror on her face.
Yet on the other side of the boat slept a man. His face calm and peaceful. An angel. Her angel. Only he couldn't be. Her angel wouldn't let her suffer while he sat there asleep, dreaming of flying and goodness knows what.
She wanted him to wake up, to see her trembling and take pity. But he just wouldn't wake up. The more Thalia yelled the more the further the man seemed to be.
That's when the lightning flashed.

And she awoke to see the sleeping angel right in front of her.