Peter Pan Imagines (OUAT)

Dreams

Hey! I decided to post this because I haven't posted in a while! I had to do a narrative for Language Arts about getting stuck in a movie or tv show. Hope you enjoy it!

 I am sleeping peacefully in my bed in London, yet it is chilly for a summer in 1914 and my bed feels hard like a dirt ground. As I breath in, I smell trees, an ocean, and dirt. Wait, why is it cold in the summertime and why does it smell like trees and dirt? I wake up and jolt to a sitting position. I look around to see that I am sitting on a dirt floor, definitely not my room. Trees are surrounding me about five feet away. What in the world? I turn my head to see my older twin sister, Wendy, laying about a foot away from me.

"Wendy!" I yell as I run up to her. "Wendy! Wake Up!" I start to shake her arm softly.

"What?" Wendy mutters as she moves a little but doesn't wake up.

"Wendy!" I yell louder and shake her vigorously.

Wendy wakes up and sits up while rubbing her eyes.

"What? Why are you waking me up?" Wendy replies sleepily as she rubs her eyes with the her fingers.

"We aren't in out room, Wendy!" I motion my hands around us.

Wendy looks around in shock.

"How did we get in the middle of a forest?"

"I brought us out here," I sarcastically say as I roll my eyes and shrug my shoulders. "I have absolutely no idea! If I knew I wouldn't be waking you up half scared to death!"

"Jeez, sorry." Wendy jokingly puts her hands up in surrender.

Then, I hear a noise. Wendy and I both get up quickly. We are standing close shoulder to shoulder with our hands clasped together. I look to the right to see a boy leaning on a tree with his arms folded across his chest. My mouth opens in astonishment.

The boy looks about Wendy and I's age. He is a few inches taller than my 5'3" figure. He has brown hair and paler skin with forest green eyes. He was dressed in green and brown to match the forest around us.

I step in front of Wendy and put on a strong face.

"Who are you?"

"I am the ruler of this land." The boy replied in a British accent like mine and Wendy's.

"That doesn't fully answer my question. Who are you?"

"I am Peter, Peter Pan." The boy simply stated.

"Peter Pan? Like the storybook character?" I question.

"Exactly like the storybook character."

"Peter Pan is only a story though. He isn't real." Wendy stated the obvious.

"Well, I can assure you. I am very real." Peter Pan chuckled lightly.

"Prove it." I say.

"Prove what?"

"Prove that you are real."

"How do I prove that I am real?"

"I can touch you."

"Fine."

Peter Pan walks over to me and Wendy stopping about a foot away. He holds out his arm. I move a little closer to him and reach my arm out. I expected my fingers to pass through his arm as if I was dreaming, but instead, I softly touch his wrist with my fingers. I pull my arm back so he can't grab me.

"Okay, you're real. Now where are we?" I put my strong face back on.

"I thought it was obvious now. You two are on Neverland!" Peter Pan held out his arms as he said the last sentence.