Genee crawled back to bed, and grabbed the bag she had brought with her. She opened it, and took out a book. She flipped through the pages for a few moments, and stopped on a picture of a Mightyena. She once again read the fact on the page. It read, 'This Pokemon chases down its prey in a pack, and is very obedient to a skilled trainer.' (O.o I'm using my Pokemon book) The picture of the Pokemon, of its strength and speed, always amazed Genee. It reminded her of how powerful Pokemon could be without humans. She could picture herself, as a wild Luxio, running in a stretch of woods. Her eyes flashed in the moonlight, her legs pumping and wind greeting her face.
Genee yawned, and blinked, only then realizing her eyes where very tired. Being her lazy self, she shoved her items aside, and tugged at the sheets. She rustled around for a while, then found the, 'perfect spot', and fell asleep.
