Still letting him hold her hand
She turned with hesitation
And looked over the room
That was coated with evening light
What she must have seen
Laid out like a presentation
Splayed in front of her, a representation
Of what she was leaving behind
The toys begging her to stay
Her bed looking especially warm
But most of all, across the room
The door which calls
And opens to the hall
Out there is her parents' bedroom
To leave behind
The life she is living
Seems absurd
And she starts reconsidering
But
Just then
She feels warm breath
On her neck
And that one certain someone
Says,
"Forget them, Wendy.
Forget them all.
Come with me
where you'll never, never
have to worry
about grown up things again."
She turns her neck, just a bit,
and whispers back,
"Never...
is an awfully long time"
But he gives her a smile
Brighter than the stars
And the sparkle of her room
Seems dim in comparison
So she turns away
From her one last glance
And follows that boy
Into the night
Just as her parents
Burst through the door
Quotes from Peter Pan (2003), screenplay written by P.J. Hogan
© 2011
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