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Peter Pan — Chapter 4 The Lagoon of Unfinished Dreams
By Kevin J. W. Driscoll © 2026
The morning in Neverland was not morning as Wendy knew it. The sun did not rise; it revealed itself — slowly, shyly, as though waking from a dream it wasn’t ready to leave. Light spilled across the island in soft waves, turning the leaves silver and the air golden. Wendy felt as though she were walking inside a memory that had never quite faded.
Peter led her and the Lost Boys toward the lagoon, where the water shimmered with colors no painter could name. It was a place of quiet magic, a refuge from the shadows of Hook’s ship and the restless energy of the forest. Here, the island breathed differently — slower, gentler, as if remembering something tender.
The mermaids lounged on the rocks, their tails glinting like polished moonlight. They watched Wendy with curious eyes, neither welcoming nor wary. One of them — hair long as the tide — lifted her chin. “You’re new,” she said, her voice rippling like water.
Wendy nodded. “I’m visiting.”
The mermaid smiled faintly. “Everyone here is visiting. Even Peter.”
Peter scoffed. “I live here.”
“No,” the mermaid said softly. “You stay here.”
