[b]Wednesday, Spring 3rd[/b]
[i]Mineral Town[/i]

3:33am is what the alarm clock read within the small room Sketch had rented the night before at 'Doug's Inn' and as like any other day, it was at 3:33am on the dot that Sketch opened his eyes. His covers were an absolute mess, sprawled around him, half on the floor and he made no effort to fix them before hauling himself from the bed and over to the mirror. The moonlight was enough to catch the reflection of his face in the mirror above the washbasin, both eyes visible as his eyepatch hang from the chair with his clothes. The right eye shone a brilliant violet, almost producing it's own shine rather than reflecting that of the moon's rays whilst the left was dimmed and washed from the scarring that surrounded it. Then began the morning, and perhaps the reason why he gets up so early: 

Step 1 - Splash the face and dry after playing with the tabs for an unhealthy amount of time. 
Step 2 - Watch the water swirl down the drain and contemplate it's journey for an equally odd amount of time.
Step 3 - Brush his teeth for the approximate time it would take for a dentist to whiten each individual tooth of a great white shark to the point of blinding you before death.
Step 4 - Wash brush/mouth and repeat step 2.
Step 5, Shower, scrub self clean for the approximate time and muscle power it would take to grind down a kilo block of hard cheese (There should be at least 3 layers of skin removed).
Step 6 - Repeat step two and dry.
Step 7 - Don clothing and eyepatch, readjust tie approximately 12 times leaving it a mess, fiddle with buttons of vest for an equal if not greater amount of attempts, Tie cloth strips around upper arms.
Step 8 - Contemplate insanity by window, continue until snapped back to reality.

By the time that all this was done, the sunrise was in full effect around 7-8am when his neighbours within the inn started stirring. Finally ready for the day, Sketch grabbed his notebook and assorted gear before heading off to the Rose Plaza, from which he was told was the centre of life in the area. Whilst walking he heard the notable lack of jingle from the remaining coins in his pocket and pondered how much longer he'd last without selling something. This sort of thought never bothered him at all, he'd never starved for too long before and preferred to draw when he felt like it rather than because he needed something. Plus the thing is, when you're on the move there isn't really all that much you can by that will come with you so basic day to day monetary demands are limited in themselves. [i]Nature always provides[/i], The thought crossed his mind as he walked along the path on the way to the plaza, passing many plants before coming to one with an edible and really not that bad tasting root. His crocked smile found it's place and he nommed the root, watching the sky as he walked. 

Before he new it, he was in the centre of the Rose Plaza, Mineral town. He glanced around, taking in the world around him; the people and places all the while wondering how long it took him to get there with his head up in the clouds. [i]Meaningless time to silver in the sky[/i], inspiration hit Sketch like an explosion of enlightenment as the thought drifted through his lofty mind. With the idea situated perfectly in his head, remembering the view from having almost been pushed over last night and the view of the sky earlier, he ran up to the nearest tree he could find. Anyone watching would definitely have had an interesting moment in their day to watch the one eyed boy swing himself, perfectly fluid in each motion, up into the tree and to then hang upside down from it within moments. From there, as he watched the world flip and the ground become the sky and the clouds become the platforms for the people to walk about; he drew. The people walked upon the silver clouds and sat among the treetops that hung like chandeliers from their solid roof, they conversed upside-down with storeowners, offering goods and money between the two perspectives. All these things came to life with a piece of charcoal in his hand, strokes guided almost by the gently humming as he worked.

Whilst a new 2D world took shape, woven from the mind and bound to paper, a few other pieces of his art rested at the bottom of the tree on showcase for the passes by. Among these were the artwork of the previous nights party at the Blue bar as well as a few pieces from the other places he had travelled. One portrayed a single leaf with an intricate city burnt into it, another was a wolf cowering before a mouse. Each of the pieces were realistic and precise as could be and yet contained a shade of otherworldliness about them.