Ahh! So the story turned out totally different from what I'd imagined… So the summary's kind of off, but eh, I think it's okay. Sorry it's so short, but I'll be adding another chapter for Peter's point of view! Yay!
I'd been having trouble sleeping lately. Not because of nightmares, oh no, but because of how wonderful the dreams always are. I have such adventures in the dreams, leaving me tired out when I wake, and wishing I could sleep and dream some more. But the dreams are always exactly the same, as if my mind cannot imagine any more. I dare not tell anyone about them though, as they are terribly childish, and I am a woman now.
I am a woman by day, but at night, I am a child again, flying in a world filled with pirates, mermaids, Indians, and a group of peculiar boys. Unlike the rest of this world though, the boys are no strangers. They are the boys mother and father adopted all those years ago. I'd blame this on the fact that my subconscious was not imaginative enough to create new characters for my dreams, but I knew this was not true.
Among these boys was one unfamiliar one. Well, unfamiliar was not a good word to describe this boy. While the rest of the dream seemed so real, the boy… didn't. He was the biggest part of the dream, but when I woke up, I could not ever remember even his name. But there was one thing I knew for certain every morning: I knew him from somewhere. From where, I don't know, but from somewhere…
When I try to remember more about him, I get nothing but a nagging feeling that he is related to my broken acorn necklace, and my hidden kiss. You see, I was once given an acorn. Just an acorn, nothing more. But somehow, one day, something was driven through it, creating a hole. I've asked everyone I've ever known about it, but no one knew where it came from. It was all I could do just to keep mother and father from throwing it out.
And my hidden kiss? I know that I gave it to my husband, but in the back of my mind, I remember kissing someone else when I was very young. And this someone else… Was he the boy in my dreams? I always shook this thought off though. He was just a made up person in my dreams every night. Perhaps I'd once had a dream that I kissed him…
At this thought, I began to drift back to sleep again, into dreams of flying, faeries, and Peter Pan, the strange boy who would never grow up…