Floating Breakfast
Everything floats at breakfast time
Every morning on the station starts in a strange way.
There is no real up or down here.
I sleep in a on the wall, not a bed.
Right now, I am floating slowly toward the kitchen.
My is standing up around my head like grass.
Breakfast in space is never quiet or .
I am opening a silver of warm .
In space, we drink most of our food from bags.
Small drops of are floating in the air.
I them with my mouth, like a happy fish.
My friend Aki is laughing at me from the corner.
She is holding a piece of round brown bread.
Suddenly, the bread slips from her fingers slowly.
It is flying across the room toward my face.
" it, Noa!" Aki is shouting with a big smile.
I push off the wall and the flying bread.
Everything moves slowly and in zero .
I the bread and we both laugh loudly.
We never food or water on the station.
So we always eat every last piece and .
Outside the window, the sun is rising over Earth.
A new day is starting for us above the clouds.
I feel happy, even far from my home and family.
Life in space is hard, but it is also fun.