In the morning he woke up, grabed his tea and toast. He saw that he was out of Skymelon jam.
"I'll have to head to the market." He said as buttered his toast. He drank. The tea was too his liking the toast how ever was dry. He looked out the window and saw the bustling market below from his aparment high in the Harbor's Sixth bulding. He sighed with content. At least it was his adress, a place to call home. He finished his breakfast. He smiled at the thought of geting more of the t...
