As a young girl pushed herself to get up from bed in her dorm, she had absolutely no strength left to go and jump around like an idiot. She would feel sort of strange if she ever did that, but in the morning there was one place she always visited. The Putnam Barn. Okay, that sounds like she's some cowgirl freak nerd trying to find her way in life, but no. She just liked the fresh scent, the idea of being there, rolling around in the hay occasionally, and just feeling relaxed. The place was red like a normal barn, and the new Putnams had a little bit of an oak fence railing outside of the barn, but she preffered inside of it where she could relax on hay and feel so relaxed. She pushed open the gate and walked inside and then she walked to the barn house and opened the large red barn house doors. She smiled as she walked around inside of the barn, trying to find something that she loved about the place. One it was extremely relaxing and a perfect place to do her studies. Two it was an awesome reading spot. Three she could talk to anyone there and not feel stupid, and four she just found it soothing and relaxing. Is that a crime? Well, she thought not. She found this the best place to be on her early mornings before school or on the weekends when she had nothing else to do. Of course others came, the people who owned the barn opened it as a public place, but she found it her own paradise. Paradise. The meaning of the word was her own.

Paradise. What could it mean? It could mean her place, her place of relaxation, a casual spot to be herself at, or just a place filled with love and something she couldn't place her finger on. She knew she loved the barn house, it was just so large and perfect. She walked to one of the biles of hay and pulled another bile and then another and laid on it, her eyes closed as she went into deep thought. She wouldn't mind being disturbed, oh no, but this was just how she spent her days, relaxing in the old barn house. She smiled as she thought of her paradise, if she could make a new one what would it be like. Her new paradise would have cushions she could lay on and dozens and dozens of animals and books. That's how her paradise would be, but it was missing something, the one thing which was the main essense of Rory. What could it be? She felt fine and she felt that everything in her make believe paradise was perfect, but then she smiled. Stories, it needed stories no one had ever heard of, it needed a dictionary filled with words and phrases and it needed a few friends to keep her from being lonely.

She sighed as she remembered how she currently looked. She was wearing a white silk shirt that went to right below her shoulder. Then blow that were blue jeans and below that were white tennis shoes. Then her brunette hair, let loose and wild on the hay bales. She smiled as she curled herself up into a ball on the bales and opened her eyes for a brief second and then she moved herself up and looked around. She got up and went to the doors and put her head out to see if anyone was arriving. She wanted to know if some guests had just decided to join her as she relaxed, maybe no one would, but she always did this when she had the time to be a Putnam barn, but only when she had the time. When she didn't, she just relaxed and then left, only to never have a care if someone was there or not. It was her paradise anyways, why did she have to share it? Oh yeah, because it wasn't actually hers.