Midnight Sun Challenge Chapter 1.4 "Day Four and Five"

Waking up to that thunderstorm made changing his daily routine all that much harder. Ian had expected to get up, eat a bit of breakfast at midnight and spend the evening standing on the deck of his home fishing under the moon and stars. Instead he was stuck inside painting, which normally was a favourite activity of his. But not tonight, especially since he had woken feeling unwell. Probably the result of asking his body to sleep when he normally would have been awake. To make matters worse, a group of people had arrived on the island shortly after he woke up to have a party. One man had been singing the same song over and over again for the past five hours. Daylight came and the group dispersed but Ian knew he would be singing that song in his head all day long.

When he thought the coast was clear he popped his head out and surveyed the area for any intruders on his island. They came and went as they pleased, making this tranquil life of his not so tranquil.
Luckily, the deer had decided to visit today and he was determined today would be the day, he would get to pet a deer. Success! But not so successful with Meeko the raccoon. Meeko took a giant bite out of Ians finger! Ouch, that hurt!

Well time to get on with his day. Today he was determined to get his bank account to one thousand simoleons, which he did by eleven thirty in the morning, closing out his day of fishing at one thousand and eighteen simoleons. He was tempted to spend some of the money, but decided he would splurge and have a salad for lunch for five simoleons. Man can not live on soup and jam with bread alone. Besides, he had received his first set of bills that morning.

A whopping sixteen simoleons! That was no good. Just before he tucked himself into bed at three in the afternoon, he was entertained by a magician practicing her skills. Without saying a word to her, he quietly stumbled down to his bed exhausted by the lack of things he had accomplished that day.


Midnight soon arrived and after a semi filling breakfast of a bowl of cereal, Ian climbed up to the deck of his house to fish under the vast sky of bright twinkling stars and a sliver moon.









It was better than he ever imagined. The peace that washed over him was humbling and he vowed that fishing time would always be under the night sky.