One ear twitched, then the other.
His tail became alert. His eyes opened; his nose cleared out,
smelling the air. It had to be morning. He looked around the tent,
noticed his trainer was sleeping, and wiggled under the tent flap.
He made his way toward the hill alone. From this hill, which he knew well, he could see for miles around. Pikachu sat peacefully, thinking about the next day and the next gym battle, as he faced the east and watched the sun come up. The colors were endless. Pikachu smiled to himself. If only Ash were here, then...