Stardew valley storries

life swap

He woke up in the morning to the sound of the forest that was streaming in through the open window. There was birds, small animals that was running around on the ground and in the trees and Marnie's cows, his closest neighbours. He sat up in the bed and looked out the window that was across the room from his bed. He laughed softly as he saw himself in the reflection. His almost morning messy pumpkin coloured hair was spiky in every direction. He smiled to himself as he got out of bed and ran a hand through his hair as he walked into the kitchen and started the kettle and a pot of water on the stove before he walked into the bathroom while the waters started to boil.

    He sat in front of the easel and looked at the panting that he had started on the night before. He drank from his cup of tea, the empty bowl of oatmeal standing on the floor by his feet, and looked with squinted eyes on the colours and shapes that was on the canvas. What in the bloody hell was he painting?! "That's it." He said as he placed his empty cup of tea on the small side table where he has his colours and other drawing tools. "No more late night wine drunk painting sessions." He said with a chuckle as he stood up and walked over to the window where his phone laid and charged, he picked it up and started the music that started to play in the speaker he had been given a winter's festival from Abigail. He left the paining for later and instead picked up the wood carving tools and turned to the sculpture he had been working on for weeks now. The shape of the wood had kind of revealed itself for him in a way he hadn't experienced in a very long time. It felt very freeing to see how the piece wanted to create itself in his hands instead of him having to force the wood into submission.

    It didn't take long for him to work up a sweat that clad his arms and neck in the warm air that was streaming in through the windows. It was late spring and summer was just around the corner but the warm air was already filling the valley with the warm air that made some of the villagers to already spend the days on the beach already. He used the bottom of his white shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow after he put the tools down. A faint gust of wind went through his cabin as he moved the strands of hair that clung to his face away. He had worked on the sculpture until his arms had started to tremble from the effort and his hands could barely hold on to the tools. He took off his shirt and laid it in his laundry basket before he walked into  the bathroom to take a quick shower. He shook his arms as he  tried to return them to life properly as the music kept playing in the background. He left the door slightly open so he could hear how I'll fight by Daughtry came on and played in the speaker as he started the shower, the water pattering against the floor as he undressed from his sweat pants that hung low on his hips. 

    He turned the music off and left his phone as home before he grabbed a notebook and placed it in the bag he always he had with him since he was always carrying around a notepad and always picked up foragebles around the valley. It was still spring so he was hoping to maybe find some more leeks or something he could use for soup.

    The sun felt nice against his skin as he walked along the river on the outskirts of town. He was gonna stop by Pierre's to see if there were any good deals before he went to the small meadow that was bellow Joja. Joja... It didn't exist in his mind. Everything that the awful man Morris was doing to Pierre was unspeakable. He would never set his foot in there. Walk by yes, but never walk inside, unless there was some innocent puppies locked in there and the building was about to burn down. But right now it wasn't, so he went to Pierre's.

    Hours later, he was in the saloon talking to Elliot by their usual table. He was swirling a wine glass between his hands, a nervous habit as Elliot had one arm on the table and looked at him with that looked. "I know okey! But I can't just go up and ask her!" He said and looked at his friend with a defeated look.

    "Of course you can ask!" Elliot said and looked at him with determination in his eyes. "You told me yourself, you need the money and you want to show your art. And this is the best way to show your art. Go ask her!"