Gaara grabbed his gourd and quietly sneaked out. He didn't sleep at night and he saw no point of staying home alone in the dark. He crept down the deserted street and sat on a large bridge. He looked at how the moon glistened on the water. It was one of the good things in life. He could just sit here and be happy without having to talk to anyone or anything like that. He took off his gourd, and all of his clothes except his pants. He jumped off of the bridge an into the cool water. He splashed around and acted like a child. This was heaven to him. He laughed and splashed and sang. Then he got out and laid down beside his belongings on the bridge.
