Bright sunlight shines upon Drowzee's closed eye lids. He groans. Slowly he feels with his hand in the big bed, trying to find his Kirlia. But his hand can't feel her nor her warmth. He opens his eyes,  raises himself up and scratches on his dark-yellow back. "Maybe she is already awake and in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for two." He teleports out bed, makes a big yawn and stretches his arms. He looks outside the window.

The dew of the morning on a web of a tiny Spinarak under the window evaporates by the sun. There is no cloud in the light-blue sky. The grass on the pastures waves by a small, blowing wind. A little further whistles neighbor Chatot a nice melody. The flowers in the garden, with different color variations, are open and sparking. The purple ones, the favorite of Kirlia, spark even more than the others. The different colored blossoms of the berry trees of the well-kept orchard of Drowzee greets their carer. "What a beautiful day!"

With a little thud teleports Drowzee in the small brook nearby the house, washing himself. He takes some good smelling leaves and rubs them over his body. Then something comes up in his mind. He smiles. "Let's give Kirlia a little surprise."

He picks some flowers who grow at the bank of the brook, and uses a long white apricorn leaf to make a bouquet. Following the path of cobblestones, Drowzee walks back, to his house, to his Kirlia. Teleporting in front of her is a absolutely no-no. Drowzee looked again to the bouquet. He grins. "Kirlia will like it." Drowzee sees him giving the flowers and Kirlia, happy with it, hugging him. Hugging Together.

Drowzee opens the door of the kitchen. "Hello sweetheart, look what I..." Suddenly he stops. The kitchen is empty. However, a delicious-looking meal is on the table. But also a notice and a closed envelope.

Drowzee reads the notice first:

'Hi sweetie, I'm sorry to don't say goodbye to you. For an indefinitely time I'm going to stay at my sister who lives in the city nearby. Reading the letter will make it clear.'

"Staying for an indefinitely time?" Quickly with one finger Drowzee opens the envelope with a suppressed form of fury. He starts to read the letter, but he notices there is only one sentence on it:

'My sister invited me for just drinking a cup of Oran tea. I will be back in a few hours. Please keep care of our house and of yourself. I will see you before dinner time. I love you with all my heart.'

Drowzee teleports on the table and makes a dance of victory. "YEAH!" yells Drowzee, throwing his hands in the air and moving his belly. Panting from exertion and excitement, he stops and start thinking.

However she is only a couple of hours away, he still desires to her. He wants to see the agile  movements of her thin body and to pet her head, with her soft, long, glittering, green hair. Drowzee sighs. He wants to feel her white, soft, hands, massaging his shoulders, to see the twinklings in her big, red eyes and her beautiful, a bit childishly, but cheeky smile.

Drowzee dreams further. "Her green skirt waves so wonderful mystical when she walks and dances. Her squishy booty so soft like feathers of a Pidgey, making me always aware to don't push my cock in her elastic, fleshy, pussy too hard, because I'm afraid to hurt the skin of her ass." Then he feels something.

He finds out that his penis has grown big. The pink, fleshy thing wiggles useless back and forth. Drowzee grins, and hopes Kirlia will be back soon. The letter got read again. Drowzee notices another sentence at the end of the letter, written in a much smaller size. With peeking eyes he reads it:

'April Fools' Day. I don't like your hard snoring and your childish teleporting. Do something on it and try to convince me to get me back in this stinking hole.'

Drowzee shocks up with a big snore. He finds out he is still laying in the center of his bed, on his left side. His eyes look around. The dark night filters every color, fading every part of the bedroom to black. Only the light that comes out the window tries to block that filter. Then he remembers. "It was only a dream." He thinks and looks to the shiny moon in the window, stars far away are sparking in various sizes.

"Mmmhh, Drowzee, what's wrong?" Drowzee feels he is hugging someone, and his flaccid penis is in someone or somewhere. Drowzee looks into the red, questioning eyes of Kirlia. "Nothing, I only had a bad dream."

In a brief summary tells Drowzee what he dreamed. Kirlia laughs. "You even know that I haven't any sister, I'm only child. It's just funny to hear you snoring, such deep, mystical sound. And I wish I could travel with teleport like you do." Drowzee nods, sighs reassured. Kirlia grins.

"And you desired me in your dream, huh? You're dreaming of me, in a dream. That's a true dream for me." Drowzee blushes and nods again. She rises up, straddling on Drowzee, with still his flaccid penis in her vagina. She starts to use her psychic attack. Drowzee feels tickling and rubbing, beginning by the frenulum, then spreading to the glans, and then the rest of his penis. He feels it grow, touching and colliding against an also growing clitoris of Kirlia.

Drowzee looks again to her. Her eyes twinkle of expectations and pleasure. "I also desires to you, Drowzee. I can't also stop dreaming about you." She surrounds her arms over Drowzee and hugs him again. First Drowzee hesitates, but then he starts to make slowly pumping moves, pushing Kirlia up in the air. She giggles and groans quietly. Drowzee grins and starts to go faster with pumping, making him and Kirlia to groan and giggle more. By every thump he feels her outer labia is becoming wetter and wetter. She shuts her eyes, enjoying the feeling. "Keep going and good night, my sweetie dreamer. April Fools' Day is far away."