I dream of Peter

We walked hand in hand, our fingers intertwined around the forest, under cover of the trees from the bright midday sun, with the rest of them following us. Then, as I walked past a tree in the shape of a mushroom, something caught my eye. I stopped up short and everyone but peter bumped into me. They moved away and I stepped back and stepped forward again, and this time, I saw it. It gleamed. I didn’t really know what it was, so I moved closer and saw that it was a window. The sun had hit the window in a way that made its reflection so bright that I had to lift my hands to shield my eyes. I moved closer yet and found that the window was attached to a small white cottage. I squeezed Peter’s hand and he moved closer to me, drawing his sword cautiously. I wiped the dust from the window away and peered in. The place looked deserted. All that was left were a few empty barrels of beer, some paint brushes and paint buckets that had been tipped over.

“It looks deserted” I said.

We found the door and went in quietly. I soon realised that the window I had seen was the only one in the tiny house. Then, I heard a click. I ran to the door and tried to turn the knob. It wouldn’t budge.

Summary: me and peter hug because we think we’re gonna die. Then someone saves us.

Or we find something sad and either he comforts me or vice versa.