I felt like I was asleep. The cloud under my head was soft and fluffy, sending "lovely" thoughts to my head. I was floating on air, in my bed, while my music box sang a beautiful song. Thick, luscious blankets, kept me toasty warm. And my bay window, whispered a cool breeze on my skin. Perfect. I had to be asleep, but I wasn't. I felt like I was in heaven, but my mind wouldn't shut off. I kept on hearing a man's voice, yelling at me to " grow up", but was he. I guessed it was my father, who else would it be? But no one was yelling, or keeping me awake, so I tried to fall asleep. Everything was silent and perfect, only my music box made its sweet song, whizzing threw the air, until...…

I heard a sniffle, then another, then another, and then I heard a soft whimper. Was I hearing things? I slowly fluttered open my eyes to see what it was, and I slowly started to sit up, it felt like it took every muscle in my body to do so. I turned my head to see a small figure in the bay window, back facing me. Somehow, I recognized him, it was he, the chocolate brown, shaggy haired, dirty feet, and CRYING boy. I slowly closed my music box, shutting it off, and looked to see if he noticed. No, he just kept whimpering

"Hey, boy", I whispered, he whipped his head around, "what are crying for?" He immediately stood up.

"I was not!", he claimed, folding his arms across his chest, he had a cute accent, Autrailian maybe? He was embarrassed, I could tell, but he just stared at me, angrily.

"Yes you were", I protested, " don't deny it, I saw you!", he seemed startled that I talked back to him

"Answer, me. Why were crying? And what the heck are doing in my room?!",he just looked at his feet.

"I…I…" his expression softened, " I just wanted to know how the story ended",what story, what in the world is he talking about?

"What story?"

"Um...the one with the girl in rags, with the mean sisters,...oh, and the fairy grandmother, and the prince with a ball, and.…and the slipper. Do you know that one?" He asked hopefully. That is why he was crying, because this twelve or thirteen year old boy didn't know the end of Cinderella, a fairy tale?

"Uh, yeah, sure I know the end." His face just lit up.

"Can you tell me what happens next?" He was practically begging, "Please?" His brown eyes just stared at me filled with hope.

"Um, okay", he immediately jumped on the end of my bed and sat crossed legged, staring at me waiting for me to tell the story.

"Well…when Cinderella left the ball", I began, " at the stroke of midnight, because she knew that the spell would break at…"

"What spell? The one the fairy grandmother gave her?", he interrupted, which kind of bothered me.

" Fairy GODMOTHER, and yes. She told Cinderella that she had to leave the ball because her magic wouldn't ' last and…"

"What's that?," he interrupted, again.

"What?"

" A ball, is that like a bouncy ball, and what's a godmother, some kind of witch?"

"No! A ball is a dance or party for royalty, like kings and queens. And a godmother, is your mother's best friend!"

"I don't have a godmother OR a mother", he said, quiet hyper, "keep going." He's an orphan, that's terrible, he's all alone, maybe a little more wouldn't hurt, if mom doesn't wake up.

"Um…okay…well, Cinderlla left her glass slipp- shoe, on the step of the palace. And the prince fell in love with her, so he vowed that whoever fit in the shoe, he would marry."

" But what if someone else had the same shoe size?"

"She had the smallest feet in the village, OKAY!"', I screeched, "Now, no more interrupting." He nodded.

"Anyway, when the prince found the STEPSISTERS' house, they both tried on the shoe, but they wouldn't fit the shoe. When the prince asked if there was anyone else, they said no, hoping he wouldn't see Cinderella."

"Those brats! Those selfish, nasty brats!"

"I know, but Cinderella saw the prince and asked if she could try the slipper, against her sisters wishes. And the prince saw that the slipper, I mean shoe, fit Cinderella and said he was to marry her, while the fairy godmother turned the stepsisters into rabbits, but only until midnight." Silence.

"And…?"

"AND, they all lived happily ever after, I guess, why?" A smile grew across his face, then he hit his head on the ceiling. The ceiling? I screamed, how'd he get up there, he flew, but who WAS he?

"Who are you, and how did you do that?" He slowly landed on the end of my bed, hands balled into fists, rested at his side, and a huge smile on his face.

" I'm Peter, Peter Pan!"

" Moira, wake up, I'm not going to ask you again", yelled Mom, I woke up, "you're going to miss your flight!"

It was just that dream, again!