Dear Peter,
I dreamt of you again, though this time we
weren't in Neverland, we were on earth, I
wonder why that was? We walked down the
streets of my town, our hands intertwined, it
felt magical. You told me stories of the many
battles fought with Captin Hook, they made me
laugh. As we walked down the alleyways
grown-up's gave me looks of insanity, for they
couldn't see you, they didn't believe. We
laughed at them too for they did not believe.
Then, Peter, we came across this boy, he was
crying sad desperate cries. We asked him why
he cried like he did.
"I'm lost," he replied.
I wanted to cry with him Peter, I understood,
he was lost, but not in a lost boy way. But Peter
you did not cry, you laughed and grabbed the
boys hand. You made him fly Peter, without
wings. the boy began to laugh as did you.
"Come, come with me then and be a lost boy,"
you shouted and he laughed.
You flew so high as my heart soared with you.
"What about me Peter?" I laughed, the air full
of glee.
You came down from the sky as the boy flew
still, then you kissed the top of my head.
"Another day," you promised and then you flew
off.
Peter dear come soon, I measured myself today
and found that I have grown quite some inches.
Come soon and we can fly off into a fit of
laughter. Make "another day" today. My
window is always open, come make me lost.
-A lost girl
