Fly Away From Here

Please

2 a.m. Stars twinkling above me, the water reflecting the light below me. I always love to go out to my balcony and stare into the darkness. I like to forget most of the stuff that happens to me that day, it's always suffocating. Nighttime is the best, staring blankly at the galaxy above, pretending to somehow leave this place to find somewhere new, somewhere better, far more better than this place.
Sometimes, my little sister, Maggie, will come into my room and sit with me for a bit when she has had a nightmare. She always begs me to sing her a lullaby to go back to sleep. I would sing her a verse or two, then I would carry her back and tuck her into her bed. Sometimes before she would fall asleep, she would always ramble about this fairytale I used to read to her called Peter Pan, and that how it was all real. Remind you that she's only five and that nothing like that really exists. Although if it did, I'd go in a heart beat with no turning back. So, with the dark greeting me another few hours, I decided to make a note in a bottle and throw it into the sea below me.
Dear Peter Pan,
I've left my window open.
Please come rescue me.
Hopeful,
-Margaret Darling