It's just Stacy...

I try to shake out the sleep in my eyes. My vision tries to focus through the darkness. A shape is on the end of my bed, messing with a case or something. The shape was feminine and seemed to have medium length- wait a second I have a lamp! I don't need to guess! I flick on the light, a small amount of light covers the room, allowing me to see the figure in it's entirety.

It was Stacy.... dressed in a costume. Not any thing sexual, well purposely, like lingerie, but she was dressed like some character from a video game, or a comic, or something. I can't really think of where it's from, remember I just woke up.

I sit myself up, "What are you doing, Stacy?" I mumbled out. She jumps, not seeing I was awake. She compare her self and looks me in the eye.

"No, it's what WE are doing." she says

"What do you mean?"

"WE are going," she pulls two strips of paper out of her pocket, "TO COMICON!" she squeals. Well that explains the costume...

"What's in the case?" I ask, trying to quell all of my questions.

"I got you a costume to match mine!"

Now that I am less tired, I recognize her costume as...