Sunlight stabbed through the curtains like laser fire as the doorbell chimed sharp, yanking me from a dead sleep.
I groaned, rubbing crust from my emerald eyes, sleep-tousled raven hair a wild halo around my Pikachu onesie hoodie—full legs, floppy ears, yellow fabric hugging me in ridiculous comfort. Honestly, I never thought that this type of material will be so soft and comfortable. From now on, I am sleeping wearing one.
Barefoot on the cool hardwood stairs, I shuffled down, plushies spilling from my bed like a Pokémon avalanche upstairs.
Olle had dumped the haul on me last week—hoodies, plushies galore from her Pokémon collab client. "You will look good in these. It will be a waste if I throw them away," she'd insisted with that director's grin. My bed drowned in them now—Pikachu, Eevee, Charizard staring from every pillow. Also, I have brought some of the animal plushies, which we are going to sell as a merch on purchasing products more than a specific amount.
