Midnight Snack

It was a cold night, unusual for the Alola region; normally, it can be so hot that it hurts. But the night was cold, and she could not sleep. She stayed awake, staring up at the ceiling. The night was a wet night, not because it was raining, the feeling in the air was just thick and watery. It was boring staring up at the ceiling, so she got up, walking the pace of the room and out the ajar door. Climbing slowly down two flights of stairs. Slowly as she was a small pokemon, around a foot tall, maybe a few inches higher.

Now on the bottom floor of the house, she stepped quickly to the kitchen, hungry for a midnight snack. Opening the fridge slowly, a light cast against the dark room; she wondered what to eat. Most of what was in the fridge were ingredients, nothing that would be editable alone. There was a fair amount of take-out too. She reached forwards to grab the styrofoam container, but the ones stacked atop it started to slip, falling down toward her. Suddenly she was evolving, now taller and stronger, to catch all the styrofoam boxes. Sliding the containers back into the fridge. She plopped onto the floor, eating from one of the boxes.