"Hello Emma."
"What… I don't… How do you know my name?"
"I've heard your mother call it before. I've been watching you for while. I read the stories you write in that." He pointed to my journal.
I blushed. Most of them were about me going on adventures with fictional characters. I never showed them to anyone and wasn't particularly proud of them, but he liked them and that made me happy.
"I also like hearing you sing," he added. "You're really good."
That made me happy too.
"So Peter," I began. "What would you say if I asked if I could fly?"
"I'd say…" He grabbed Tinkerbell and shook her pixie dust over me.
Think of a wonderful thought, I told myself. Faith, trust, and pixie dust.
I thought about how fun it would be to fly with Peter and that was all it took for me to start lifting off the ground.
"Here we go! Follow me!" Peter shouted.
We flew for an awfully long time. We passed over my small little town, into the city past skyscrapers and in and out of clouds. I couldn't believe it. I thought I was dreaming. As we passed out city's clock tower I realized my parents were going to get worried.
"Peter, I need to go home now," I said.
"Aww, how come?" he asked.
"'Cause my mother will get scared."
He sighed. "Well, okay."
We landed back in the forest. I lost my footing as I was landing and he caught me before I fell. When he came back in front of me, we gave each other a small smile.
"When can I see you again?" I asked.
"I come when I hear you sing," he said with his childish grin.
I smiled at him. I ran back to my house and I went to sleep happy for the first time in a long time.