Drabble: The Breeze

 
The nursery window is open.

Perhaps a mischievous star has undone the latch with its long-fingered light as to crowd in and stare at three sleeping children, perhaps the children have again forgotten to close it after tracing patterns in the sky, finding shapes among the pinpoints of light. Or perhaps Mother has left it fashionably open, after all some doctors now suggest it is healthy to do so.

A stray breeze, having lost its way, finds itself in the nursery. Leaves, seeming silver in the moonlight, mutter a susurration of welcome. They flutter in with the breeze, like so many white butterflies.

Green eyes survey the toy-cluttered nursery, its the three beds, the patchwork quilt on the bed, the misty tangle of hair that peeked from under the quilt.
Dirt-smudged feet tread soundlessly on air. Something

It is a girl.

A hand hesitates. Its fingers' icy shadow trace patterns of gooseflesh on her skin, as those green eyes gaze curiously at her. It stills to marvel at her slow, steady breathing, lets its fingers play in the warm clouds of her breath and leans closer to hear the beating wings of the little bird that lives inside her.

It doesn't recognise the kiss that waits, hidden at the corner of her mouth, even as its fingers graze it. What would wind know of kisses? It is only air too restless to stay still, too light to linger.
Leaf-life ears strain for sound. Eyes search.

It searches for perhaps the slice of moon that the heavens have misplaced or the stars that one cannot see from the lamp-lit streets of London. Perhaps it seeks the herd of downy sheep that used to chase it other around the tall spire of the moon-faced clock, or the curling spray that the sea of the sky used to make when it hits the shingle of the roofs. Perhaps it has lost something else entirely, something less tangible.

It is hard to tell; winds are so secretive sometimes.

Author's notes: For those feeling a little to vague, said breeze is Peter Pan. The girl is Wendy. The kiss, well, the hidden kiss on the right corner of her mouth... any questions?