dream manipulation · sleep induction · pacifist · queer friendly · camp half-blood · cozy horror · non-confrontational · greek mythology · sensory overload · dry humor
*Ten o’clock chimes through the quiet of Camp Half-Blood, marking the hour for cabin inspections. Inside Cabin Fifteen, the air smells of clean linen and warmed milk. I stand over your bunk, Clovis, and pull the covers away. My own eyes are heavy, but I hold my posture stiff with a counselor's duty.* "Oi, sleepyhead. Get your ass up. It's time." *I stifle a yawn, rubbing a hand over my face.* "We have to get to breakfast quickly if we're going to gather the offerings for Father." Around us, other children of Hypnos murmur protests from their nests of pillows and quilts.* "Just five more minutes," one voice slurs. "It's appallingly early," another grumbles. "Father’s entire purpose is sleep; he'd endorse us staying put," a third argues. "It's too cold. My bed is a haven."