Not Forgotten
The clock struck 10 as Wendy entered her room, eyes drooping with fatigue, awaiting descent into slumber, where a certain young man with a devilish grin accompanied her throughout her dreams. She removed the ribbon from her hair and walked over to her vanity, where her eyes landed on a little brown pouch.
"What is this?" she said as she picked it up. She opened it and gazed at its contents. "No .. it is...my thimble...." Her face shot to the window, automatically searching for a vision of green and gold floating in the night's dark skies, but all she saw was wood and glass. "I did not leave it locked! I did not close it shut! I never do!!!" She ran to it and pushed it open as she leaned out and looked around the heavens frantically.
"Peter! Peter!! Come back!!! Peter!!!!"
'He was here...why...did he leave this?' Her eyes opened wide as her lips trembled. 'Oh Peter... you still remembered me...' Not a day passed where she did not think of the way he curled up his lips in a heart melting smile, but to know that he had still held on to her thimble was a shock in deed.
"Wendy" said Slightly as he peeked in through her door.
"Slightly!...oh Slightly...he was here! He came back while I was out!"
"I know" he said as he entered her room, dressed in his night gown but not able to sleep. "I saw him as he entered your window...Wendy...he still cares for you..."
She stared at him with eyes pleading for him to continue.
"He was sad...as sad as that day on the Jolly Roger" he said as he stared absently at the floor. "...Wendy...you can't let him stay like that...he's Peter Pan...he needs to be happy..."
"But what can I do?!? I can't get to him...I've forgotten how to fly!!!"
"No you have not...it is nothing more than cherishing a happy thought..."
"And the pixie dust? What about the pixie dust!?!" she said as she threw her arms up in the air, still holding on to the little pouch, when suddenly the tiniest amount of golden powder flowed down. They both looked at the air between them in dismay and she turned the pouch over above her hand. More golden dust flew out.
"Pixie dust...Wendy...you can go to him...go to him now!"
She looked around her room momentarily, before she made up her mind and shook the little brown pouch vigorously above her head. A golden glow cloaked her as she closed her eyes and thought about reuniting with Peter Pan. She gently ascended into the air as Slightly smiled and rushed to the window to hold it wide open for her.
"Go!!! Do not worry about Aunt Marry and Uncle George, I will take care of that...just go!"
"Thank You Slightly..." She said before she flew out the window with as much ease as ever, and headed towards the second star to the right.
"Peter...oh Peter...." 'But 4 long years have passed...surely I have grown quite a bit...and he...he is still a boy...will he still like me like this?'
She flew up passed Big Ben, as a pair of watery eyes gazed at her in bewilderment.
"Wendy?" said Peter Pan, who had perched atop the big hand on the clock while his eyes dried out. "Wendy!!!"
She abruptly came to a halt and turned towards the direction from which the familiar voice came from. "P...Peter!"
Their eyes locked as Peter pushed off from the big hand, forcing it back, and suspending them in a moment frozen in time. "Wendy...you...you're flying!" he said as a smile crept onto his face.
"Peter...you've...you've grown..." she whispered.
He slowly flew to her. "Wendy...you still remember how to fly"
"Yes..." she said as she held out the pouch in her hand for him to see."Why did you leave this behind?"
He looks at it, unsure of how to answer her. "Because...there was no point in my holding on to you... when you had already forgotten me..."
"Oh Peter...I could never forget about you..." she said as she gave him back the pouch."This is yours"
He stared at the pouch in his hands for a moment, feeling pure delight and knowing that she could still fly, knowing that she remembered how to do so, that she still remembered him. He looked up at her with loving eyes. "And this is yours" he said as he quickly flew up to her and placed his hands lightly on her waist, kissing her ever so softly. No time to flinch or pull back, she simply allowed him to do as he pleased; reliving the feel of the love she had for the golden boy.
He calmly pulled away, confused over his own actions, his eyes traveling away from her lips and to the mesmerizing blue eyes "Come away with me...back to the Neverland again." He demanded in a whisper.
"Peter...I...I can't..." she said, trying to resist his hypnotic stare.
"You don't have to stay tonight...I've missed you..."
"What about the boys?" she said as she began to turn her head towards her home.
"Not this time..." he said softly.
She turned to face the same beautiful green orbs that kept her company in her dreams. For tonight, they were not simply in her thoughts, they were real, and looking at her only. "All right..."she said, and resisted no more.
With the serenest of smiles, he gazed at her for a second more, then took her hand firmly in his, lacing his fingers in between hers, and savoring the warmth he'd missed so much, and led her up towards the star he called home. The images of celestial bodies and radiant colors of flight and joy that encircled his path to and from his home were never as magical to him as in that moment. As they burst through the luminous cloak of his beloved Neverland, he tightened his hold on her hand, afraid that she would slip away from his grasp again. They flew above the sparkling blue waters mirroring the stars above them, and over the spot where the Jolly Roger once stood where he saw in their reflection, the vision he had longed for all along. She was there, by his side again, not yet grown beyond his reach, completely still his Wendy, as lovely to him as the wind's embrace.
The clock struck 10 as Wendy entered her room, eyes drooping with fatigue, awaiting descent into slumber, where a certain young man with a devilish grin accompanied her throughout her dreams. She removed the ribbon from her hair and walked over to her vanity, where her eyes landed on a little brown pouch.
"What is this?" she said as she picked it up. She opened it and gazed at its contents. "No .. it is...my thimble...." Her face shot to the window, automatically searching for a vision of green and gold floating in the night's dark skies, but all she saw was wood and glass. "I did not leave it locked! I did not close it shut! I never do!!!" She ran to it and pushed it open as she leaned out and looked around the heavens frantically.
"Peter! Peter!! Come back!!! Peter!!!!"
'He was here...why...did he leave this?' Her eyes opened wide as her lips trembled. 'Oh Peter... you still remembered me...' Not a day passed where she did not think of the way he curled up his lips in a heart melting smile, but to know that he had still held on to her thimble was a shock in deed.
"Wendy" said Slightly as he peeked in through her door.
"Slightly!...oh Slightly...he was here! He came back while I was out!"
"I know" he said as he entered her room, dressed in his night gown but not able to sleep. "I saw him as he entered your window...Wendy...he still cares for you..."
She stared at him with eyes pleading for him to continue.
"He was sad...as sad as that day on the Jolly Roger" he said as he stared absently at the floor. "...Wendy...you can't let him stay like that...he's Peter Pan...he needs to be happy..."
"But what can I do?!? I can't get to him...I've forgotten how to fly!!!"
"No you have not...it is nothing more than cherishing a happy thought..."
"And the pixie dust? What about the pixie dust!?!" she said as she threw her arms up in the air, still holding on to the little pouch, when suddenly the tiniest amount of golden powder flowed down. They both looked at the air between them in dismay and she turned the pouch over above her hand. More golden dust flew out.
"Pixie dust...Wendy...you can go to him...go to him now!"
She looked around her room momentarily, before she made up her mind and shook the little brown pouch vigorously above her head. A golden glow cloaked her as she closed her eyes and thought about reuniting with Peter Pan. She gently ascended into the air as Slightly smiled and rushed to the window to hold it wide open for her.
"Go!!! Do not worry about Aunt Marry and Uncle George, I will take care of that...just go!"
"Thank You Slightly..." She said before she flew out the window with as much ease as ever, and headed towards the second star to the right.
"Peter...oh Peter...." 'But 4 long years have passed...surely I have grown quite a bit...and he...he is still a boy...will he still like me like this?'
She flew up passed Big Ben, as a pair of watery eyes gazed at her in bewilderment.
"Wendy?" said Peter Pan, who had perched atop the big hand on the clock while his eyes dried out. "Wendy!!!"
She abruptly came to a halt and turned towards the direction from which the familiar voice came from. "P...Peter!"
Their eyes locked as Peter pushed off from the big hand, forcing it back, and suspending them in a moment frozen in time. "Wendy...you...you're flying!" he said as a smile crept onto his face.
"Peter...you've...you've grown..." she whispered.
He slowly flew to her. "Wendy...you still remember how to fly"
"Yes..." she said as she held out the pouch in her hand for him to see."Why did you leave this behind?"
He looks at it, unsure of how to answer her. "Because...there was no point in my holding on to you... when you had already forgotten me..."
"Oh Peter...I could never forget about you..." she said as she gave him back the pouch."This is yours"
He stared at the pouch in his hands for a moment, feeling pure delight and knowing that she could still fly, knowing that she remembered how to do so, that she still remembered him. He looked up at her with loving eyes. "And this is yours" he said as he quickly flew up to her and placed his hands lightly on her waist, kissing her ever so softly. No time to flinch or pull back, she simply allowed him to do as he pleased; reliving the feel of the love she had for the golden boy.
He calmly pulled away, confused over his own actions, his eyes traveling away from her lips and to the mesmerizing blue eyes "Come away with me...back to the Neverland again." He demanded in a whisper.
"Peter...I...I can't..." she said, trying to resist his hypnotic stare.
"You don't have to stay tonight...I've missed you..."
"What about the boys?" she said as she began to turn her head towards her home.
"Not this time..." he said softly.
She turned to face the same beautiful green orbs that kept her company in her dreams. For tonight, they were not simply in her thoughts, they were real, and looking at her only. "All right..."she said, and resisted no more.
With the serenest of smiles, he gazed at her for a second more, then took her hand firmly in his, lacing his fingers in between hers, and savoring the warmth he'd missed so much, and led her up towards the star he called home. The images of celestial bodies and radiant colors of flight and joy that encircled his path to and from his home were never as magical to him as in that moment. As they burst through the luminous cloak of his beloved Neverland, he tightened his hold on her hand, afraid that she would slip away from his grasp again. They flew above the sparkling blue waters mirroring the stars above them, and over the spot where the Jolly Roger once stood where he saw in their reflection, the vision he had longed for all along. She was there, by his side again, not yet grown beyond his reach, completely still his Wendy, as lovely to him as the wind's embrace.