"Peter, are you all done? You've been staying in this toilet for the past half-hour...is everything alright with you in there? Oh, Peter...a kind answer from you please? Peter...?" Wendy kept knocking on the bathroom door but still gently due to wariness of her parents and brothers returning home anytime from now.
Inside the bathroom, Peter sat atop a lid-covered toilet seat, inside which trapped his mischievous shadow 'enemy', and himself could not be prevented from musing deeply and quietly about the complicated reaction and emotion that has transpired between the two of them a while back in the dining-kitchen area. With raised and furrowed eyebrows and intent gaze focused on nothing visibly in particular apart from his confusing mix of thoughts well up fiercely, he simply found no logical(well, based on his Neverland's immature principles) explanation and answer that could fittingly conclude his restless psyche. As if confounding the perplexing stir within his little soul even more, Wendy's voice from seconds ago which interrupted through his absorbed attention, agitated him further by arousing that feeling of familiar 'uncertainty' once again and Peter instinctively brought his fingers up to stick them deep into his ears...He was tired and awfully so, as though every little action by Wendy seemed to fan the flame of discomposure inside his normally free and light being into an emotional heatwave. Worse still, he could now feel this peculiar warmth on the skin of his cheeks...Peter's eyes widened in disbelief and silently gasped without knowing exactly why so. Momentarily and strangely self-conscious, he stared into the wall mirror hanged facing right at him and was much greatly disturbed. His pair of fair cheeks turned suddenly aglow with the warm colours of the rainbow, from lemon yellow to sunshiny orange, to sweet pink till a passionate rose red...The colours transformed accordingly to a steady even rhythm, pulsating like what human grown-ups called, 'the life-giving beating of the heart'...
Peter was overly astonished by this 'heartrending' state of his never-before-seen reflection...to the point of falling into an overwhelming dizzy spell...He felt his usually carefree little mind now started spinning beyond his weakened control...as if transporting him through the drifts and winds of Neverland's oceans of dreams...Eyes winding round and round like the fast-forward moving second hand of a clock(much like what happened to Captain Hook once when he was in a trance), Peter gradually succumbed to an enticing overpowering slumber...
"Oh well, he can be unreasonably stubborn and unresponding at times," Wendy gave up in her persuasion and stepped back a little to lean against the wall and distract herself by attending to the quaint piece of orange-red feather she has been holding in her hands. As she beheld it more upclose this time, Wendy thought she caught sight of the feather glowing, with its colour transforming between yellows, oranges, pinks and reds as the seconds ticked by. She could not help but gasped, "Wow, is this also magical? What a lovely thing Peter has for himself..." The lovely little sight caused her heart to race along with its rhythm and her pretty young face to flush...
A silly idea struck her and she was tempted to blow softly at it, endeared by its captivating wonder on display for her pleasure of watching...Then, she was even more surprised by another round of sparkling fairy's dust her action has produced. Wendy giggled fondly and cleverly fetched a small hour-glass-shaped bottle to keep those precious glimmers of treasure inside it...
