I was awoken some point in January by a distinct bell sound.
Round about 2 in the morning my insomnia self is rather awake however on this occasion I was awoken by a sound of bells distinctly.As my back was facing the window I slowly turned but however saw nothing not even a shadow now I've thought and thought about this but nothing makes bells.Or atleast not the type of bells I'm thinking of.
Could miss tinker bell have flown in my room?
I don't know but it was not an ordinary bell if I ever heard one.
Round about 2 in the morning my insomnia self is rather awake however on this occasion I was awoken by a sound of bells distinctly.As my back was facing the window I slowly turned but however saw nothing not even a shadow now I've thought and thought about this but nothing makes bells.Or atleast not the type of bells I'm thinking of.
Could miss tinker bell have flown in my room?
I don't know but it was not an ordinary bell if I ever heard one.
Laying awake in bed at 1 am reading a Peter Pan fanfic is ironic yet satisfying.However as I tired I put the phone down and looked towards the ceiling I saw something dark not the night and no just because it was dark but shape and it was forming.Looking more closely I could make out a shape first I saw a nose and eyes forming a chin I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was not dreaming and much to my excitement yet fear I wasn't.Taking the cowardly way out I hid yet could not sleep for all my worth then suddenly it was morning I strolled out in the garden and my sister found a sword a plastic pirate sword ? What could this be a shadow of our hope to finally meet the great Peter Pan and have adventures or the shadow of him himself ? We will have to see. :D
