Author's note: This fic was written in 2009, so expect a 2009 quality.
Everytime she was awake she was like a little devil inside teenage girl's body. In the other hand she was sincere and cheerful, but sometimes her temperament made her really stinging so even I had to try my best to fight her words.
But then I saw her sleeping again. It was almost like a tradition. I always happened to wake up about half an hour before her. I could have stayed there forever, just lying next to her and watching her. Her eyes were closed relaxingly and her deep orange hair was messed up in a very lovely way. Her chest rose a little with every calm breath she took.
After all the rush, after all the running and fighting, no-one could've told I actually had longed for this kind of peace. Everyone had looked at me and said; there's a player. There's a player with humans, player with pokémon, player with everything that existed, even life itself. And I had believed them; I believed it was the real me.
Then she seemed to grow up several years in one night and I strangely didn't feel like fighting anymore. She was too small and innocent for it, too honest, too beautiful.
And now she was there, in deep sleep next to me, able for me to watch. Able for me to love.
I lifted my hand and stroked her hair tenderly. I never could have told her everything I wanted to. I wanted to tell her she was everything I had been longing for. I wanted to tell her I had been dreaming about these slow, quiet mornings with her, watching her to wake up and drinking morning coffee with her. I wanted to tell her how what kind of magical magnetism she had on me. But I never managed to open my mouth except for asking for some sugar to my coffee.
In fact the only sugar I needed was her.
"Misty", I whispered softly. She moved a little, but kept her eyes closed.
"Misty." After the second call she mumbled something and tried to hide under the blanket. I smiled, poked her shoulder and told her to wake up.
"Not yet, Jess", she complained with sleepy voice. "I was just dreaming about a lovely herd of Horsea."
"And I'm dreaming about breakfast", I said.
"Mmmmhh", she hummed, eyes still closed. "What time is it?"
"Enough for you to get up", I said briskly. C'mon little miss, let me see your eyes."
She burrowed off her hiding place a little. Just to see the light in her drowsy green eyes made me soften. I leaned forward to kiss her on the forehead and whispered: "That's my girl."
My girl.
