Wendy woke with a start. Her dreams were suddenly taken away from her and she couldn't tell whether she was really awake or still dreaming. She looked over to the window of her room; it had slammed shut because of the wind. She stepped out of bed and rubbed her eyes as she walked across the room. When she was about halfway to the window her door opened suddenly and Curly ran into the room and jumped to the window ahead of her, throwing it wide open.
"You don't shut the window." He said quietly, but still in quite a harsh tone that Wendy thought was due to how late it was rather than anything else. "If you shut the window Peter won't be able to get in and he'll think we've forgotten about him."
As he finished talking he realised that Wendy was in her night clothes. He turned slightly red and turned to face out of the window. It's a nice night. He managed to stammer, not knowing what else to say.
Wendy looked at her toes. It had been six months and Peter hadn't visited, she doubted that he even cam to listen to the stories that she told. "It's late." She told Curly and shooed him out of the room. She shut the door behind her and walked over to the window. She looked out at the stars and felt sad. She knew that she had grown up a lot in the last few months, having so many new brothers to look after made one grow up quickly Wendy thought.
There were times when she wondered if she would still feel the same about Peter if she saw him again. She was so grown up now and he refused to grow up at all. She wondered first if he did indeed grow up, but didn't tell anyone. She hoped that he had grown up slightly because of her, but not enough to change him. She thought about all of the fun things that she had done with him and then was struck by a horrible thought. What if he had found another girl to have adventures with? Had he really forgotten about her?