The mysterious silhouette makes me feel at peace in my environment, for reasons I don't quite understand. Maybe it is the recurrence of the character, the reliability of him always being there just as I fall asleep. Maybe one day my friendly shadow will rely on me, maybe one day…

It was then I heard a loud thump and sobbing. I sprung up in my seat and gave Nana a rather nasty surprise.

I see a boy, perhaps a little older than I am. With short, scruffy blonde hair and baby blue eyes. His face is simply covered in dirt, and he barely has any clothes on. He is tanned, with a muscly build.

"Um, excuse me, but why are you crying?" I asked as politely as I could

"I'm not crying!" He whimpered, pushing the tears from his face, "My eyes… are leaking."

"Oh, of course." I giggled " Well, please do tell me what is the matter?"

"I can't find it!" He moaned

"Find what?" I questioned

"My shadow!" He pointed out as if it were obvious "The stupid thing escaped when I came to listen to stories! I simply can't find it ANYWHERE!"

"I think I know where it is" I smiled, patting him on the top of the head on making a trip to the window. "Ah! Just as I suspected!" I laughed, grabbing the shadow by the very tips of its toes.

"How do I get it back on now?" The boy asked, stroking his chin

"I have an idea" I said "But you might not like it."

I quickly retrieved a needle and thread from my sewing kit, being careful to pack everything back into its place as I went. Pulling the shadow onto the boy's foot, I immediately began to stitch the shadow back onto the boy!

"If you don't mind me asking," I pondered, still carefully stitching the boy's shadow back onto his body "Who are you?"
The boy winced and eventually spoke.

"Pan. Peter Pan." He smiled, a perfect white smile, with dimples forming in his cheeks "And you are?"

"My name is Wendy Darling." I said, finishing the stitches. "There you are, perfect!" I complimented, putting away the sewing equipment. "Where do you live, Peter?"

Peter smiled another huge glossy grin "Look up there" he said pointing out the window "On the second star to the right. It's called Neverland, I only come down here to listen to your stories..."

"I see. And what stories do you come to listen to?" I asked

"Well, today I wanted to find out how Cinderella ended, but usually the ones about me." Peter admitted, staring at the floor.

It had been quiet for a while, when all of the sudden, Peter looked up at me with those huge baby blue eyes, and said "Wendy, will you come to Neverland with me?"