And the Oscar goes to...
Who: Capri and Open! Where: Random street When: Late night/really early the next morning.
Capri blushed and gave a sweet, shy smile as they listed the nominees. The envelope was opened, her name was called and Capri rose to her feet. She walked up the steps slowly, mentally rehearsing the speech she would give as she accepted her academy award. She wore a different dress every time she received an Oscar and tonight's choice was truly gorgeous. The long, flowing gown was a mixture of elegance and suggestion, fitting her curves in all the right places while revealing nothing. After all, she still wanted her parents to be able to watch it on tv. The dress colour was a dark pink, almost red, that complimented her colouring perfectly. Her hair had been styled into a classic French knot, with a few wisps of hair left out and curled into ringlets, to frame her face and soften her appearance. Her subtle yet effective make-up enhanced her facial features. She finally reached the podium, took her award gracefully and began to speak. She was careful to display an appropriate mixture of surprise, gratitude, accomplishment, wonder and other emotions blended together.
Of course, Capri knew that it was all a dream; she liked to think of this particular recurrent lucid dream as a rehearsal for her future. What she didn't know was that she had sleepwalked her way out of her home for the first time. And when, in her dream, she finished her speech and walked out to a crowd of reporters - she was, in the real world, moving down the middle of a dark street, clad in nothing but a flimsy nightgown.