Peter of the Woods

1. Peter or eater?

So this is what it's come to.

Me, alone in my room, staring at a wall, crying into my Ben and jerrys birthday cake ice cream that I got as a present.

It's been a good day, but for some reason I'm here now, wallowing in my existence.

I'm old.

Just as my eyes became heavy my windows flew open and the midnight wind blew the curtains up like dancing ball gowns and hardback books were swept off the shelves by the powerful gust. A shooting star seemed to enter through the window and fly around the room, with a slight sound of light chimes as bright glowing glitter dragged behind it. The star stopped at a figure standing on the window ledge. There he was: skin as pure as a babies, standing with grass-stained elbows out to is side, hands on his hips proudly with Crimson brown hair flowing heroic out in the wi-

"Sweetie? The ice cream spoon is stuck to your bed sheet and your hands are covered in sprinkles."

Ew. The ice cream spoon is stuck to my bed sheet and my hands are covered in sprinkles.

"Sorry Mum I'll tidy it away" I say sleepily with little awareness of what I was saying.

"You must have been sleeping pretty deeply to let food go to waste" She laughed and then stopped herself, "What time do you need to go in?"

"Ten."

"Ten?" raising her eyebrows knowingly. Oh no.

I grab for my phone on my bedside drawers. 11:56

"What!? How?" My heart leaped, I can't be late again "they'll fire me."

"You need to learn to set alarms sweetie" I roll my eyes inside my hoodie as I take it inside out and over my head, shoving it in a pile.

I rushed to get changed but now my hands, my phone and my trousers are sticky from warm icecream.

"I can't do adult stuff" I struggle with my ill-fitted bra and squirm into the company shirt.

"Setting alarms isn't adult stuff; it's simple initiative," I run down the stairs, grabbing everything I always grab before work in a rush, which I always am. Mum limps down the stairs with her krutches as I unlock the door. After looking at her solemnly she puts a hand on either side of my face " I'm sorry sweetie, it'll be okay if this job doesn't work out." I smile and absorb the heat from her palms.

"You'll just get a new one." My worried face returns and I drive away as fast as I legally could.

I don't know if this is the life for me.