The next morning, Heath opened his eyes in bed, feeling refreshed. He had to admit that without Zorua cuddling that damned Nightmare Crystal, he slept much more soundly. He woke naturally after a full night's sleep, without dreaming once. Heath wondered whether both Darkrai and Cresselia had abandoned him, leaving him unable even to dream.
Still, his sleep quality was excellent without dreams. His chest just felt a little tight.
Heath looked up and saw Zorua curled into a ball on his chest, reminding him of a cat he used to keep. He couldn't help reaching out to stroke Zorua's head. Zorua's ears twitched, but otherwise there was no response.
"Get up!" Heath abruptly sat up in bed, then grabbed Zorua by the scruff and stood. Farfetch'd had already opened his bleary eyes, looking as though he hadn't had enough sleep.
Leaving the bedroom, Heath saw Charmander diligently working out, Snorlax sleeping with his belly rising and falling, and a Mew diligently lifting a dumbbell. Yes, another peaceful day, just as always.
Wait, a Mew lifting a dumbbell?
Heath froze, then turned to look at the Mew beside Charmander, holding a two-and-a-half-kilogram dumbbell. He blinked, wondering whether he had slept himself into a stupor. Why was he seeing a Mew?
But when Heath rubbed his eyes and looked again, Mew was still lifting the dumbbell. It seemed too heavy for Mew to lift, though, and Mew was secretly cheating with psychic powers.
"!" Mew finally noticed Heath's arrival. Mew stared at him innocently with those big eyes, then vanished the very next second. The dumbbell fell out of the air and hit the floor with a dull thud.
But apparently deciding that wasn't quite right, Mew enveloped the dumbbell in psychic power and returned it to where it belonged. Yes,