The pink light of dawn was shining through the windows.
I grunt and sit up. I pick up my watch, and sure enough it says 8:00. I get up and walk around to the front of the bed. I open my chest and pull out some bread. I take a few bites, and then I pull out sixty-four gold nuggets. I have about a half hour until I have to meet Notch, so I might as well hit the market.
I close up the chest and leave my house. I go across the street to the market and walk in. Mr. MacMillan is behind the counter. "G'morning, Herobrine."
"Hi Mr. M. How's things?"
He wipes his hands on his apron. "Good, good. Are you ready for your first day in the mines?"
I shrug. Every man in Kabul has to work in the mines. Including me. "I guess so."
He comes out from behind the counter and puts a big paw on my shoulder. "Don't let it get to ya. It's not as bad as you would think."
Mr. M worked in the mines over thirty years ago, and then retired. From the mines, I should say. Soon after he opened our first market here. Our only market here.
"But it's dark. And cold." I whine.
Mr. M chuckles. "True. I guess that's why we live in the desert. Can I get ya anything?"
"Something to drink, if you could please."
"Lemme see what I can do." He opens the chest behind him and looks around. He pulls out a bottle with something blue in it. "Here." He tosses it to me and I catch it. I take out my nuggets but he shakes his head. "It's on the house."
"Thanks," I say, opening and the bottle. I take a long drink. "That's good. Thanks again."
"No problem. You may want to go. Its twenty-five after." He says, pointing to his watch.
I nod. "See you tomorrow." I open the door.
"Yep. See ya." He waves to me as I walk past his window. Notch's house is next door, so it isn't a long walk. And then the dust starts.