His Escape

i feel sorry for poor peter pan. he came to me in a dream last night. he said he misses his wendy. i told him she was gone away, and i didn't know when or if she would be back. he sighed so deeply i thought all the air was gone from the room, i then realized that i wasn't breathing. i had heard story's that he was breathlessly beautiful, but hardly believed them, until now that is. he moved quickly to my bed side, "come quick!" he grasped my hand and pulled me out of bed, "the children have been ever so naughty, and they need to take their medicen!" i looked down, to show my shame. i was not wendy, he had misunderstood. but when i looked down, i noticed i was wearing a flowing white nightgown, it was the same as wendys. what if i was wendy?
"but peter, i don't remember how to fly!" he looked so happy i said that. he came close, ever so close.
"i'll teach you. TINK!" the glittering ball of light came towards me. she did a small dance and went t pout in the corner. "think of happy thought," he said softly, "they will lift you up into the air!" as he said this he swung around and was bouncing on the fluffy clouds out side my window. i couldn't help but laugh. i remembered a memory that was not mine. it was the first wendys. i was on hooks ship, tied to the main mast, hook tormenting peter, i was set free, and swung my sword happily. then peter came crashing down to the floor. i looked at him. he looked at hook as his sword came under his chin. he struggled to stand, and when he did was kicked to the mast behind him. hook flew in grasp around his neck, with his only hand, then struck him with his hook sending to the floor again. hook grabbed the boy by the hair. he bashed tinkerbell out of the way and to the greedy hands of a waiting piret. he whispered to the boy,
"you'll die alone, and unloved." he forced the boy to look at his awaiting mother, wendy. a piret holding wendy whispered "unloved" into her ear, sending the smell of stale bread and ale along with it. this piret too forced her to look at the boy.
hook regathered him self from trying not to laugh, to a sad look and said, "like me" he tossed him to the ground like an old rag-doll. he bounced in slow in my mind, it was agonizing to watch, in my conscious ear i heard peter telling me,
"this is how its going to happen...you are not able to change it...it has to." but i wanted to scream, but couldn't, the memory was not finished showing its self to me yet. he stared at me from the floor. i saw a light smile from his lips. he looked away and i felt a hot anger filling me up inside. i moved quickly and the back of my head collided with the front of the man holding me. i grasped hooks, well, hook and stopped it from colliding with peter. he through me to the ground aside peter. hook laughed his mensing chuckle, and called out,
"Silence all! for a wendys farewell." i wasn't looking at him but i could hear the sear on his ugly face.
"peter," i sobbed, "i'm sorry i must grow up. but... this is yours..." i moved my hands up to his face, but was collided with hooks. "its just a thimble." he snorted.
"how like a girl!" he joked. the rest of his scurvy crew chuckled quietly. "by all means my beauty," he whispered roughly to me, his breath some how smelled sweet, like a stick toffee, the kind my...mother used to give me...i was remembering already? but i was still here, how was this possible? he interrupted my thoughts as he spoke next. "give peter pan your precious thimble..." he trailed off softly and let go slowly. i gazed back to peters eyes again. this time he looked back, still sad, and angry. i lent in slowly, looking at only his eyes. i came close to his blood stained cheek and whispered,
"this belongs to you, and always will." i pulled back slowly, watching for his movements, but there were none. i opened my clenched fist and put it to his cheek, i stared into his beautiful eyes, i closed my eyes as i kissed him. his lips soft as daisy leaves, and sweet as honey. i didn't have time to explore, but i could tell he wanted to, but would hold it off until we could be alone. i could only just hear john say,
"that was no thimble!" and Michel say,
"that was a hidden kiss." every one looked to the sky as it became darker and light pink lines were drawn into a spiral, peter slimed his toothy grin looking straight up. i held back a laugh. i knew he would let it build up, i just knew. the contents of the next few moments were unclear to me. the next thing i remember was peter flying away, his shadow, whom had never liked him or neverlan much, went with him. he'd made a promise, but hadn't kept it. he never did come back. not to the real wendy. the memory was over. he was close to my face, i could see him holding back tears.
"i must leave wendy. thats the way i must be. its my cleverness you see. i must do as its says. or then i would not be clever."
"why must you be so clever, peter? why not just do away with such non-sense things? come, let me be your mother..."
"NO!" he flew to the open window, "just keep it open." and he flew off toward the second star to the right and straight on till morning.
and now, in morning, i wonder what this dream means. if i should have gone with him, or locked the window.