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>As your alarm blared, you woke up from your slumber.
>Fortunately, this time it was your bed and not your couch.
>The first thing to do was to check up on the Snorlax in your driveway.
>You took a stroll outside, and there he was. Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In his lane. Focused. Flourishing.
>The sight of the Snorlax made you feel conflicted. You felt annoyed by the fact that you weren't able to take your car to work, but on the other hand, you wanted it to stay for some reason unknown to you.
>Maybe it was nostalgia you didn't know
>What you did know was that you needed to get to the station
>You considered getting yourself some rideshare but wanted to check if maybe your friend could drive you there
>Fortunately for you, he was not only up but ready to go.
>He'd be at your house in 30 minutes, as he was running errands in the morning.
>Plenty of time for you to get ready, eat breakfast, and drink some coffee while watching the morning news.
>The morning news didn't add much to the situation, mostly things that would be described as trivia at best.
>The only thing of note was some safety guidelines made by government "experts," which could be summarized as "do not approach the pokemon and call 911".
>Either way, it meant overtime.
>As you were finishing eating your eggs and bacon, your phone buzzed.
>You picked it up.
>"What on God's green earth is that thing in your driveway?" asked your friend in a confused tone.
>"A Snorlax", you answered with confidence while finishing the last bite of your breakfast.