There was a little girl
She loved to read and would read any book that came into her hands
She read everything,
Little Women,
Hunchback of Notre Dame,
Oliver Twist...
But the book she read the most was Peter Pan
She would want to be just like him,
She'd dress up as him
and play on her playground that she was him.
Fighting Pirates
and Playing with the Indians.
She wore the pages of the book in
reading the words over and over again
until the words on the page
became her script for her every day life.
She related to Peter Pan more than anyone else in existence.
She knew, with premature mourning,
that her childhood and innocence
was only temporary
and one day she would have to grow up
and become an adult
and work and have children of her own.
and forget about the childhood she was passionately in love with.
During the daylight hours
She would go through the woods and the forests
searching for faeries that could tell her the secrets of how to escape this fleeting world she lived in.
But then the sun would set,
and she'd be forced back inside of her house.
With no faerie dust to preserve her.
Late nights
she would carefully climb out of her window,
silently as to not wake her sister sleeping beside her
or her parents down the hall,
and she would sit on the rooftop.
She would search for Peter in the night sky
"Second star from the right, and straight on until morning."
She would whisper.
and when the hours would pass,
and nobody would come and rescue her,
she would climb back inside,
and fall asleep in her bed.
Years went by and her childhood fantasy world fell apart around her.
She started to work and go to school and grow up.
No more dressing up,
No more fighting pirates,
No playing with Indians,
and No searching for faeries...
She was an adult now.
She had forgotten about her love for Peter.
Sometimes,
she dreamed that it wasn't too late,
and she could still be rescued.
But then she would fall to sleep when she realized,
there was almost nothing left to be saved anymore.
(To Be Continued)
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