The peaceful stream trickled by her place of solace.  Gabriella sat with her knees drawn close up to her chest. She inhaled deeply and felt at long last at peace with the world.  Gabriella wanted nothing more than to freeher body from her clothing and to dance as an ancient pagan in the full moon light.  Her staunchly conservative parents would be mortified to know such a thought had even entered her head.
       A smile graced her lips.  For all her parents knew, she was sound asleep in her bed.  She felt defiant.  How could she lead such a life as her parents had?  She was different than them.  Oh, she had the same stubbourness about her, but she fit no mold that her parents would have her.
      Gabriella made her desision.  She removed cerimoniously, all of her articles of clothing.  Her skin was pale and gleaming in the spring night.  She knew her naked body was no thing of beauty to the male gender.  Her naturaly curvy figure was covered in a layer of disgusting fat.  
    Gabriella lay on a bed of bamp leaves; spread eagle, like Da Vinchi's Vetruvian Man.  She lay as this for a long time, counting her breaths.  She meditated like that; reveling in the cool night air.
     When she had roused herself from her trance-like state and robed herself in her now damp night clothes, dawn's first light was entering the sky.
      Gabriella walked to the meadow on the outskirts of the forest.  She sunk down to the damp grass, facing the east, and watched the sun rise.

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      The door opened slowly and silently as Gabriella slipped into her house undetected.  She crept up the stairs and into her room.  Gabriella exchanged her damp pajamas for dry ones, drew her thin, black drapes and curled up in a fetal position under her covers.  She let out a deep sigh and almost instantaneously fell into a deep sleep.

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     Gabriella awoke to the light of the sun peeping through her drapes and warming her skin.  It took all of her will to pry open her eyelids and face the day she'd welcomed so peacefuly several hours before.  Her mouth stretched open and she drew in ait in a deep, soulful yawn.  A swift glaced at roman numerals on the wall clock informed her that she had slept well past noon.
     Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Gabriella swung her legs over the edge of her bed and stood. She pulled opend the curtains and breathed deeply as the sunlight traced sacred patterns across her closed eyelids.
     When the moment had passed, Gabriella turned from the window and strode to her bathroom.  She touched a hand to her face, feeling the sticky dew and oil mixture that covered most of her body.  A cleansing shower was certainly in order.

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     When Gabriella was clean, dry and clothed, she proceeded down the stairs to the kitchen.  A note awaited her on the counter in her mother's flowery scrawl:

Gabby,
       Your father and I are out shopping.  
We ought to be back some time this evening.
~Mother

      A smile played across her lips as she set the note down on the counter.  Alone.  Just as she always wished she was.  It was a warm May afternoon and Gabriella had no desire to wast any sunlight.
     She packed two apples, some cheese and grapes, and a thermos filled with her Auntie Beverly's southern tea.  Gabriella sund her teeth into one of the apples and headed out the door.

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    The Meadow awaited her as it always did.  The pristine beauty never ceased to dazzle all of her senses.  The sunlight danced on the brightly colored petals of sweet smelling wildflowers.  Spring birds' songs wafted throught the pleasantly warm air.  Inhaling deeply, Gabriella sant tho the grassy carted that covered teh ground beneath her feet.
     On her bed of wild flowers, Gabriella curled up on her side and loosed the floodgates of the emotions she had so easily rid her self of in the moonlight the night before.  Gabriella never became angry at anyone but herself.  Extremely independent and a phenomelal listener, she never asked it of anyone to listen to her.  All she had was herself and her own inner peace.
     As she was at the moment, her feelings were suppressed.  The only glimmer of positivity in her world was the forset and the meadow.
     Lieing like that, Gabriella cried.