Dreaming Hero

When he got home the apartment was pitch dark. He opened the door as quietly as he could and set his bag down on the ground. There were enough lights outside to guide him through the dark room.

( Peter took off his shoes and pulled off his paramedic uniform )

One thing that could be said about the Petrellis was that they were all stubborn. Even as young as he was, Peter could hold onto an idea and refuse to let go no matter how many times his father denied him. This was something the boy desperately wanted but unlike with his puppy, Peter couldn’t depend on Santa to give it to him. This was something his father had to give.

( Most kids had tree houses, but that wasn't why Peter wanted one )

Got a light?

( Just because it was a private school, it didn't mean that they followed the rules )

Living all his life in the city, Peter was used to falling asleep with the blare of horns and the wail of sirens. To be in a place without those things was hard for him to imagine-- almost impossible. But then his father took him out camping for the first time. Peter never thought there could be so much silence in the world. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. All the sounds he missed were now clear. Leaves rustling in the wind, grass crunching beneath his feet… It was all beautiful.

( That night he curled up into his sleeping bag and closed his eyes )

"You are the apple of my eye"

( He held his breath as he saw the doors of the changing room open )