Why not, I would muse in my room - the same room in my parents’ house I had slept in for almost 12 years while growing up, and at twenty-five it was the same room I would take shit for sleeping in from Sargent W. Filling out the online form made it too easy, and I started having regrets once I clicked “submit.” But I let the application process play out. At one point, a few weeks prior I thought about being a cop, and had applied. He was a recruiter for the Montgomery Police Department, and I was not sure why I was there. Such was the office of Sargent “W,” a well built black man with a lite mustache shaded in just over his upper lip. The office was too pragmatic to be called bureaucratic, but also too depressing. The office was something plain a desk that was centered in the room, with Dell desktop on it, a small two-drawer filing cabinet beneath it at an angle, a police officer’s dress coat hung from the hook on the back of the door. It is a favorite essay of mine, and I always want to include it on any blog I do. It should be noted that I’ve published this essay many other times, on several other blogs. She was homeless, and living in the abandoned office with the small pig and small cat. I knew her father had been the police captain, and that he had died. I knew her name was Mia - not because she told me, just because it was known in the dream. I then met a young girl, hiding in the office. The office was deserted - cleared out, would be a more accurate description. A cat - also the size of a doll - was also there this cats front legs were missing, and it could only walk using its rear legs. It was just wandering around, and when I tried to follow it, it led me into an abandoned office. It appeared to be a pig the size of a doll. I opened the envelope, and saw that it was Andy Sipowitz.įrom there we looked around the police station. We didn’t know which officer to report, but we had a picture of him. We made it to a police station our goal was to report a police officer for some crime he committed. My father and I were traveling to a city that doubled as a maze. Like many dreams, I remember it from the middle.
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