A delicate head lying on your pillow. Your hair fanning out, your face peaceful in the way I could just tell you were having sweet dreams. That was how I found you.
I trailed the backs of my fingers across your cheek, then kissed your forehead. And then thought, how strange would it be if I woke you? A lost little boy standing in your room. It still counts as breaking in, doesn't it? Still counts as creepy, if I stay here and watch you sleep until you wake up.
So I pluck the feather off my hat and lie it on your pillow, right where I know you'll find it. And then I slip back out the window, into the night air, so that I can wait for you.
I won't leave, Wendy. I won't stay away.
You'll wake and we will see each other and then, spend the rest of our lives together.
Sounds like an awfully big adventure, doesn't it?
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Wendy
Poetry"He left me all alone, now what am I supposed to do?" "She wanted me to grow up, I wasn't sure I could." Did you think there story was finished, once Peter went back to Neverland? I don't think so, after all, how could they forget the love of their...
