<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Tossing her keys in a bowl near her door. She had just arrived home 4 in the morning. After a long day at the bar. She had let down her white hair. Most people could believe she had white hair. As her natural color. Gabriela had grown her hair, to the point. She had caught sitting on her hair. Her hair flowed over her shoulders. She couldn't help but to start taking her work cloths off. First her shirt. Then her work pants. She walked around her apartment in her plain black underwear.  She had placed her work cloths on a sofa chairs.<br/><br/>Moving to the fridge she had then opened the white portal to her beer. Grabbing her last beer. She sighed. "I should have picked some up one the way to work." She closed the door with her bottle. Sitting in her couch. She had places her foot on the coffee table in-front of her. Sitting in the quietness of her apartment. She had her mind on her dreams. She had been dreaming two lives of a man. It seemed odd to her. At first when they were happening to her. She by passed it in her mind. But then finding they had kept coming to her. It just seemed odder. More odd, when they felt real. <br/><br/>After falling asleep to her thoughts, her beer dropped out of her hand. As she had a long day. The bar as busy. As it had always been. <br/>~<br/>She had dreamed the night the second Gabriel met a mysterious woman. She wore long black cloths. Gabriel was at a festival that was to celebrated a harvest. As he managed a apple stand he had just picked that day. But a woman that made him memorized. Tripping over his words. Then giving her a free apple. It felt so vivid. But then as he handed her the apple. It had turned into living in a mansion. Laying in bed with the same woman. But she swore, she could smell her scent. It was a blissful memories. His hand on her shoulder. The woman's arm on his chest. The man then formed to Gabriela. She had suddenly woken herself up. As she was surprised to  it wasn't real again. She had wished these days that she was just dreaming being her. Her life was boring, or odd. It wasn't even joyful, and blissful. <br/>~<br/><br/>Once Gabriela had woken up. She had cooked herself so eggs and bacon. Eating her bacon last. She had chewed at her bacon as she stepped out her balcony. To smoke her morning cigarette. Letting a long exhale. She watched it float into the air. It was a brisk autumn. The leafs on the ground were still frosted over. She knew she had to go shopping. Seeing her fridge empty of nothing more to eat. She made her way to put her favorite band t-shirt. Rolling it up as to her cover her top rib. Opening her make-up bag. She saw she was already running out of Lip stick. Growning, she took the last little bit of lipstick, on her lips.Putting her dark red lip liner on. Pumping her eyelash's up. A little eye shadow. Flipping herself off in the mirror, then leaving. <br/><br/>Heading to downtown, she had decided to take in the day off, to buy herself new things. It was great that she had been paid last night. So she had money to grab what she needed. </span></div>