The Nightly Visitor

The little girl sat at her window. It was dark outside and it was past her bed time. Her parents were already sleeping after having given her a bath and told her a story. She could hear her father's deep, heavy breathing and her mother's light one, accessorized with an occasional snore. As the old grandfather's clock in their living room struck the twelfth stroke of midnight she knew that she had the world to herself.

At this moment, when the people were all asleep she felt like she was all alone. Yet instead of feeling sad she felt happy. The world was silent for the first time in the whole day, no one fighting, shouting, talking. No uncomfortable silence just a silence. And then the night becomes alive. The cats come out to play, the starts shine more than usual and the moon smiled down on her recognising his dear friend who keeps him company. If you listen very well you can even hear the neighbour playing softly on his violin in the attic. 

The little girl stood up and started dancing on her tiptoes around the room. Her smooth and graceful moves made the stars smile and the moon had tears in her eyes. The little girl, her eyes closed, danced away, imagining the violinist playing just for her. She stopped suddenly and the moon looked on worried. But it was only her nightly visitor come to have his promised dance. She bowed and he offered her hand. And as the violinist played a waltz, they danced around the room in counts of three. The little girl smiling, knowing she was in safe hands.

The music stopped and so did the girl. She opened her eyes and her smile turned to disappointment as she realised that her visitor had once again not allowed her to see him. He always disappeared when she opened her eyes. The stars shined the light in her room and she looked up and smiled once again, as the moon silently comforted her. She entered her bed sheets and laid down her head on the soft pillows as the music started once again playing a sweet lullaby just for her. She closed her eyes and smiled. As she entered the land of dreams and once again her dear Peter Pan was waiting for his dance.