January 3.1
Tell me a bedtime story!
Peter could still remember the first time he heard the story. He was four years old and was having trouble sleeping. His mother offered to buy him a night-light to chase off the monsters, but Peter fought against it. Night-lights were for babies and he was not a baby.
“Being young isn’t a bad thing, Peter,” she told him gently. “In fact, there’s a story about a young boy you might enjoy.”
“A boy?” Peter repeated with interest. Almost all of the fairy tales were about girls. The Brave Little Tailor and Jack and the Beanstalk were good stories, but one was about a man and the other about a much older boy-- practically an adult in the mind of a four-year-old.
“Yes.” A smile played on his mother’s lips. “His name is Peter.”
“Really?” He practically squealed this time.
So he was introduced to a boy named Peter Pan. A boy who fought pirates and swam with mermaids. A boy who could fly, and who never grew up.
Peter had a wonderful dream that first night. He was in Neverland flying with Tinkerbell and the Lost Boys. He wasn’t Peter Petrelli from Manhattan; he was Peter Pan. And every night after that he asked for the story again so he could soar the London skies.
Muse: Peter Petrelli
Fandom: Heroes
WC: 216
Peter could still remember the first time he heard the story. He was four years old and was having trouble sleeping. His mother offered to buy him a night-light to chase off the monsters, but Peter fought against it. Night-lights were for babies and he was not a baby.
“Being young isn’t a bad thing, Peter,” she told him gently. “In fact, there’s a story about a young boy you might enjoy.”
“A boy?” Peter repeated with interest. Almost all of the fairy tales were about girls. The Brave Little Tailor and Jack and the Beanstalk were good stories, but one was about a man and the other about a much older boy-- practically an adult in the mind of a four-year-old.
“Yes.” A smile played on his mother’s lips. “His name is Peter.”
“Really?” He practically squealed this time.
So he was introduced to a boy named Peter Pan. A boy who fought pirates and swam with mermaids. A boy who could fly, and who never grew up.
Peter had a wonderful dream that first night. He was in Neverland flying with Tinkerbell and the Lost Boys. He wasn’t Peter Petrelli from Manhattan; he was Peter Pan. And every night after that he asked for the story again so he could soar the London skies.
Muse: Peter Petrelli
Fandom: Heroes
WC: 216