Picture this if you can. A cozy English room and in the nook of the far corner, a blazing fireplace that proudly displayed books of etiquette and proper English ways lit the room. To its right a sturdy oak desk that held quill, ink and parchment, all tools for civilized human beings. Then there is a strong walnut door that sported a bronze knocker that opened wide to view the room.

Across the room on the other side, where the ceiling sloped, was a primly made bed. Corners tucked in with sheets and pillows pressed. At the foot of the bed lay an old chest. It's metal bracing's were rusted from its original golden gleam, to rusty bronze. The wooden casing was worn as if it had tested the weather from the sea, and on the lock, an elegant 'H' was chiseled into its metal plate.

All of this is pleasing to the eye, but the most delicious part of the room to view was the window and its tiny balcony. The colorful glass sent rainbows to shame when the sun brought it's rays through their surfaces, while the balcony's Greek structure brought the stain glass to its measure. Yes, this was a room that befitted a grown up, for this was Wendy Darling's room.

Wrapped in a only her nights gown and a blanket, Wendy sat on the windows edge. Blue eyes were cast down. The night air was chill but was wonderful to breathe in. The comforting warmth of the sheet helped to ease another longing. The moons soft light showed pale, smooth skin and lips that invited any man to claim a kiss. But there was no kiss there that anyone could claim. For it was already given. Lifting her gaze, Wendy studied the object in her hands.

With a soft smile, she brought the acorn to tilt this way and that. The moonlight allowed her to see the small hole in the acorns shell. Delicate fingers brought it to her lips, a farewell kiss. It had been 5 years since her adventure to Neverland. She had waited. Waited for a special person to come back to her and now she was growing up. A single tear rolled down her smooth cheek as standing, she closed her window and locked it. Tomorrow, her father was going to escort her to her first ball. It was to be her debut. Raising a hand to the window glass, she laid her palm against the cool surface.

"Good bye, Peter."

Chii note: Short, I know! I'm sorry, but I promise I will write more come the next chapter! Thanks for reading!