That night, Charles finally got a good night's sleep—it was the first time in three months he had slept so soundly.
BAM! In the middle of a dream, Charles was jolted awake by a sudden pressure on his chest.
"Mr. Charles, get up! Stop lazing in bed!" Lily, in a beige dress, sat astride his chest. Her fluttering eyelashes and the curve of her lips radiated pure happiness and joy.
Seeing the lively girl before him, the groggy Charles used a tentacle to pull her off the bed and set her aside. "Watch your manners. You're not a mouse anymore."
"I know!" Lily flipped up Charles's blanket and sprang up, ready to pounce. Her posture was exactly like when she was a mouse.
After all that commotion, most of Charles's sleepiness had vanished. He sighed, sat up, patted Lily's head, and climbed out of bed to head for the bathroom.
"Mr. Charles, I think today's a rest day. It's so lively outside—let's go out and play, okay?" Lily followed right behind him into the bathroom.
