Our Own Piece Of Neverland

I laid down in the cool grass. Peter then laid next to me sighing happily. "See those up there?" He asked me, pointing to a patch of fireflies. I nodded in awe of their beauty. "When we're here they're pixies. This is a special place. A safe place. For just you and me." he grabbed my hand quickly. I smiled at him as we both stared up into the bright September sky. Neither of us knowing just how magical our little Neverland was.