I flicked on the light and swung my feet out of the bed. I glanced at the clock on the mantle. 3:45 AM. I sighed and slipped into Danny's room. His thrashing and wails had awoken me. I scooped him into my arms and walked to the open window. I looked up to the North Star, and all the memories poured in like afternoon sunlight. I smile down at my son, happy that I had left Neverland. What a journey that had been. I wonder how Peter and the lost boys were doing? Oh never mind about that. I spoke to myself. Danny had fallen back asleep, so I nested him in his crib and tiptoed back to my bedroom. The moonlight seeped in through the curtains, fluttering in the hot summer breeze. I slipped next to my husband Edward, and all was right in the world.
