Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
The first star I saw this morning was the sun, lining the sky in orange and magenta strata. The sky had slowly faded from black to blue as I snuck into my parents' home to get Peter Pan. Yes, I have Peter, and now I never have to grow up. We're flying to the second star on the right.

Anything your heart desires will come to you

Night time is soon becoming my favorite, regardless of the unseasonal cold. It's at night when dreams pass across my eyes and dance down my back, teasing me with reality. Only a dream would taunt me like this? How about the waking reality, the prospects of actually finding a second person who could sit obediently and slowly peel an apple in front of Mr. Rogers while his mom ironed. I was seated in front of Winnie the Pooh while my parents counselled and taught in the room next door.

I've said countless times before that I dream of flight, of the freedom to soar above oceans and weave between the mountaintops, to balance on the boughs of verdant trees. Crouching Tiger scenes continually whisper at my imagination and I would love to dive into a soaring ascent. Spiderman came close. If Peter Pan was my first crush, would he be my second? The idealist who wants to change his world, who wants to fight evil and risks being alone and misunderstood. Does this mean I give up the quest for someone who can decipher metaphors and add nuances to daily life?

If your heart is in your dreams, no request is too extreme

Who's there? Who's knocking right now, asking to be let in? It's not significant, let me go back to sleep, dream, remind me that dreams last night stole from my sleep. Beyond the sunrise was spontaneous driving, looking for a bridge to leap off and coast to the tops of semi-trucks. Driving into the sun, into the new day that is filled with a contented tired.

"Why are you so tired today?"
"Well, I was with this guy...and...well, we read through many chapters of a book together."
"You read all night?"
"Comic strips, yes. And we contemplated Cusack and the concept of games. But I can't say anything more."

When you wish upon a star as dreamers do

I dreamed of this a couple of weeks ago; the chocolate milk feeling lasted all night long and into this afternoon. The door handle weighed more than I expected and I could hardly push open the door. I'm Cinderella, I thought, and the car will turn into a pumpkin as soon as I leave it. And tonight will end with the realization that other life exists outside of realms of idealism and childhood reminiscing.

(Fate is kind, she brings to those who love, the sweet fulfillment of their secret longing)

"All right, that's it, you have to go home now," he said, when I told him how I read the Choose Your Own Adventure books. How many connections can exist between past and present, this couch cushion and that? I have one more earring than he does, and they're all in the exact same place as his.

At the risk of being redundant of some band, I have to say that it's been a while. It's been a while since I've seen the sunrise from talking all night. It's been a while since I've felt as though my humor was reciprocated and understood. It's been a long while, yes, since I've dreaded the words "I'll see you later" because they exclude the possibility of now.

Like a bolt out of the blue, fate steps in and sees you thru, When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true.

I want to write more of the specifics of my dream, the one that disappeared this morning, but I don't think anyone would believe me. I have a hard time believing me. In reality, Spiderman ended and I walked home alone, forgetting that my bike was parked at the Theater. The cold wind stole my body heat and whipped it through the trees, creating a warm front elsewhere, far from me.

Or do I choose the alternate ending?

In reality, the half hour of waiting for the movie to begin went more quickly than a second and we would have missed the movie if an employee hadn't pointed out the obvious. Neither of us noticed that the theater had emptied and a new group entered. In reality, we spent the next five hours talking and amazed that we hadn't grown up together.

Oh, the adventures we would have had. Watertowers would have been climbed, trains would have been jumped, merry-go-rounds would never be still. Neither would swings.

A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep