My Day from the Perspective of an Alternate Universe:

It was cold.

38 degrees if you want precision.

I sat at my desk, the usual mountain of papers in front blocking, across from me was my new partner Vanessa. We didn't talk. There wasn't much to say. Her thoughts were on sex and fine wines while mine were on God and gourmet coffee.

She blinked as I peered over the mountain.

"I wish we were on the streets Amanda."
"Mm hmm." My casual reply.

Lowering myself behind the decimated forest before me I continued. Scribble, Scribble, Shred, Shred.

She looked over the her mountain. I averted my eyes. We don't make Eye contact I told myself. But then it happened.

"I thought about running today, but it is too cold. I gained 3 pounds."
"You're getting fat." I joked.
"I know."
"You know I used to weigh 300 pounds . . ."

There it was our first conversation. The begining at least. Afterwards I went back into thought-land where I pondered an entry for my web journal. I figure it might be fun to write about my life as a cop only from the perspective of a young male campus gardener.

Luv,
Amanda