Tinkerbell

Dusty dark attic had lighted up
Card boxes scattered across the surface
Sunrays illuminating a part of wooden tile through the small window
Decayed books and framed pictures filled the mouldering shelf against the wall

Step by step
All the memories creeping in like a documentary
That petite figure vividly formed in his vision
'Greeting, old friends!'
Shining dust followed that figure around
Mesmerizing as always, as it was in the past
His childhood love, one who refused to leave his consciousness
The tinkling sound of that tiny creature would stayed in the back of his mind
Sound of the past
Sound of his childhood
Sound of innocent love