an interview with peter pan
it is a great deal to have interviewed peter pan. being an amateur journalist,
this could be the chance of a lifetime! well, and i am determined to make a report on this man they called "the boy who never grows up."
i don’t believe so the rumors. i think he is just like any other. he was only privileged with a green hat and an apathetic fairy.
then he came to my window. "Wow," i said. i could never make a moment pass without asking!
instantly, i grabbed my notes and talked to him as if he were a machine to answer all my questions–
where do you live?
do you have parents?
are you immortal?
what’s has that snob fairy doing with you?
how do you fly?
what is your dream when you get old? (he gets irritated with that, really)
what is it like to be in never land?
i kept calling him with sir, boss and even named him remarks that were not pleasing to him, but he was politely prank— no harm; i continued with the interview…
believe me, peter was so conceited… his shadow, being the reflection of his naughty childishness has nothing to do with his peculiar gesture of manliness.
there was no other reason why he came, though. not for a carnival fair nor a retreat. He was looking for his shadow… silly
i was thrilled. but it was quite hard to catch his attention; he was too determined to get his shadow and go back to his home– Never land…
hmmp, what a snob
good thing my brothers were very curious and friendly
so the genuine conversations began
then he offered something,,,
getting the small impish angel hundredth my size,, he poured fairy powders on my head and said
"fly with me, Wendy" - - - - - -
(is he serious??)
but,
what about my room, i’m about to go to sleep now and, mom and dad is coming by midnight, how about my brothers? can i take care of them?
then he said…
" the time will cease to an endless forever. once you go with me, you will get to never land where no girl or boy gets old"
there were no other promises whether i will be secured there, or here, how will i leave? can anyone notice i was somewhere?
i was half believing, i hesitated
could there be such a beautiful place? i am so not sure,,,, until i have come to the conclusion..
if i were to fly… then i can talk to him more.. and i can write a story
this boy interests me now.. so i stepped up the window pane
suddenly..
the cold English wind touched my face and i shivered. The white and peach curtains danced to slap my feeble hands that i stood aback,
there is something more to this than a rush for a blissful adventure
i winked 33 times
then i asked manner fully…
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how will you come to my life, peter?
will you ride the magic chariot or swish a magic wand(huh)?
oh how can i fly with you,Marriott
is it on magic powder of your jealous assistant or a whisper of a hundred dreams?
how will i sail to the moon with you, peter?
can you carry me in your heart,
or shall an enchanting red carpet gear itself to a flight ?
oh peter, once enlisted– a ticket to life with you I’ll please
how will i dance with you peter?
if you take my hand, will it fit into mine?
what if i falter in my rhythm?
can you still dance with me till the morning light?
this is the longest moment to think peter
but in this minute, let me think
if i fly now, peter
if i journey myself in your arms
how will i know that you are my forever
and that we will not part?
how will you take away my inhibition peter?
When you are prime in your agility,
and masterful in your wit and charm
is that such a good excuse to trust a stranger?
and then finally, though surprisingly
i uttered an honest expression
"i will have to trust you"
even in the sweet bright moon light
thankfully though,
he held my hand.. and there was magic!
(i could no longer sustain my standard composure with you staring at me like that, peter.. i was once too stiff and too frigid with all else besides incapability to concentrate. But then there you are.. you took my attention, to that i gave it un reluctantly, whole heartedly….)
"can i keep you?" he told me
slowly i turned my head from my room, and to him i nodded
(NOw.. will i fly.. oh no, this is a thing i could no longer deny)
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My last inquiry, however
was to myself
" will i fly with you now?"
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