Sunlight drifted onto my closed eyelids. Out of all time zones, mornings will always be my weakness. Do you ever get so rested that you don't want to get up? That you want to sleep a few more hours just because you can, and that 'future you' can deal with the consequences? Yep, that's me right now, laying in bed and mentally shouting at the sun to go supernova so I can catch a few winks. I put the pillow over my face as a shield against the radiant menace as I slowly drift back to pleasant unconsciousness. It would have surprisingly worked if not for a small form landed on the comforter I was lying under. As much as I pretended it didn't exist, the monster made itself known by wrapping my arm and announcing its presence.
"Sylvee" There they are. I wondered if they would ever arrive at all, and disappointedly the fey was only a few minutes late. This Sylveon always seems to be full of energy, and I don't know where it's coming from. Sure, an energetic pokemon is always advantageous when it comes to battles. Still, when the sun rises, they show their true talent, waking up my lazy ass. They never failed once, and the Sylveon will be damned if they don't get their trainer up for breakfast.
I mumble through the pillow, "Fiv ore minus~." A well-founded counteroffer, but the Fairy-Type has one more trick they can use in their favor. I felt the weight shift toward the direction of my upper body, then plop down near my headrest. Then I felt my makeshift face cover slightly lift as a furry head with pink ears poked inside my space of solitude. I only had to turn my vision to the side to stare down sky blue eyes, and at that moment, I knew what the Sylveon was doing.
"Really, Baby-doll Eyes?" My sarcastic remark only got more expected staring. I hate when this Sylveon does this, so I conceded with, "Okay, fine! I'm up." When I lifted my head from my cave of comfort, this got the Eeveelution to cheer with a "Syl, eon!" as they hopped down from the bed and ran out of the room. The fey's job was done, and they knew that I would have trouble going back to sleep anyway, not like I would rest when I had things to do.
I yawned as I walked out of my bedroom and into the hallway. I headed towards the kitchen to prepare for my morning ritual of breakfast cooking, moving past bookshelves of various non-fictional genres. Once I arrived at the beaded curtain, I saw Sylveon waiting for my arrival, staring at me patiently, but gluttony was in the fey's azure eyes. I soothed, "Yeah, yeah. Let me get started," as I put on an apron and got to work. The hungry Sylveon watched me on the side and helped where they could. If there is one thing I can count on, Sylveon's love for food.
It was regular fanfare: Eggs, pancakes, berry smoothies, fried spam, yogurt with oats. All sided with jams, syrup, and Combee honey if necessary. I handed the plates to the Fairy-Type attached to my hip to set on the table for everyone else. I thought it was going to be an off day until… *Crash!* "Ve!" I sighed as I knew it was too quiet today, and today's culprit was a Sylveon looking down at a broken glass, periwinkle eyes almost crying.
I pat the loose bow on their cerise ears, trying to comfort them, "It's fine, they can be replaced, but I don't want to see you injured. Give me your paw." The fey flinches but reluctantly shows me what I thought I saw, a scratch on their wrist. "Such a klutz, now stay still." It has only taken me a minute to get a first-aid kit, disinfect the cut, which is their least favorite part of the ordeal, then wrap it up with a small bandage. I comfort the Fairy-Type, "There, there. Not so bad, is it? Just be careful next time, okay?" They nodded, mumbling "Veon," as I went to get the broom.
As I listened to the sound clinking of shards of glass on the tile floor, I felt a tug at my leg. I looked down and saw Sylveon looking toward the broom I wielded, then at me. I guessed, "You want to help clean this up?" The fey nodded with a "Syl," as they stared back stoically with turquoise eyes. This fairy is always so stubborn to help, even if they put themselves in awkward positions. But I know, despite my protests, the Sylveon will help anyway, and by force if they need to. I handed the broom to Sylveon and went to open the front door to head toward the front yard.
'Yard' is an understatement, as the field goes out for a good kilometer until it hits woods and stretches all the way to the back, where it meets a cliff. I called from the cabin's porch, "Breakfast!" as I turned back and headed inside. It's about to get crowded, and I haven't set up the bowls yet. I got to the cupboards and reached for the labeled food containers. I saw some of them start to levitate onto my arms. I thanked them for the help, with a lethargic "Ve" as a response.
I placed all the food dishes on a table built specifically for the short-statured. I sat on my pillow seat, putting a hand under my chin with the tabletop as my support. As I poured my berry 'wake-up' juice, I looked back at the rhythm of continuous sweeping. A Sylveon using a broom make for an odd site, but I'm used to her shenanigans by now. After getting a fill of this strange visual, my eyes swept toward the front door when a familiar energetic female Sylveon ran inside with another pacing behind, panting as he dragged his ribbons while being careful with his bandaged leg. Taking a sip of my vice, I noticed one fey carrying a bag of biscuits that he somehow found even when I deliberately hid the stuff. I groaned, putting a hand on my head as I looked back, seeing yet another Sylveon on top of the cupboards I was just at, sleeping like he doesn't do chores 24/7 like a particular trainer. Finally, I stared out the window, seeing an entire pack of the fey's prancing down the fields, about to change shift with another pack for sentry duty.
I was hit with a thought, like one of those 'how did I get here' type ones that make you question your life choices. Don't get me wrong. I have loved the titular Fairy-Type since I discovered one on my copy of Pokemon Y. I felt there was no better Eeveelution. But as I sat down with my thoughts, I came to one conclusion.
'There's just god damn too much Sylveon!'