Morning in the Cerulean City area was always Misty's favorite time of day. She loved to go out to the seaside cliffs to the northeast and watch the sun rise as fog wafted from the early-morning waves.
The fact that there were no stupid Gym challengers – all of whom had the ingenious and original idea to catch a Bellsprout from Route 24 so as to have a type advantage over her – didn't hurt mornings' standing with her either. It was always so satisfying to whip out her oh-so-Psychic-type Starmie against those idiots.
A gentle breeze ruffled Misty's hair and made her shiver. It was getting colder every day – soon she'd have to start layering.
She suddenly had an ominous feeling, like she was being watched. She looked around her quickly but could find no sign of anyone. A bush rustled behind her, but when she peered inside no one was there. “I'm being paranoid,” she said out loud. “It's probably just an Abra – at worst a prepubescent