“I could really use a Wendy”
"Do You remember that scene in Peter Pan? The one where Wendy sews Peter's shadow back on?" I nod my head and light another smoke.
You're eyes are serious and you're stoned. You wrinkle your brow and for a moment you drift away. "What does that even mean? He loses his shadow?"
I'm smiling as you strike a match and light your Marlboro in quiet contemplation.
"Maybe it's Peter's connection to the real world, " I say, "to reality and to the Darlings and..."
You're moving closer to me and you allow your head to slump over and nestle into my neck.
(5 weeks and the letter came)
The note was cut and dry and speckled with unimpressive doodles and scribbled lines.
"It struck me late last night, " it read "that I could really use a Wendy. My shadows vanished. If I had to guess...the bastards in your dresser. "