Dream L

I was resting on the couch when I heard a knock at the door. I got up and went to see who was there, and in the hallway was a young police officer with an enormous projector.

”Can I take a little of your time, sir?” he asked, and started to haul his projector into my apartment. I saw that, down the hall, he had lashed together several conference tables and was prepared to bring those inside as well.

I used my arm to block the doorway. ”What’s this about?” I asked. I looked at the assembled furniture. “I’m pretty sure I don’t have enough room for all that.”

”If you’ll let me in, I’m sure I can arrange everything so that there’s plenty of room,” he said.

"That’s not the point,” I said. “I have a small apartment, and—“

”This will only take a short amount of your time,” he said. He looked up at me earnestly.

”Look,” I said after a moment, “I support the police wholeheartedly, I give money to the—“

”Oh, you’ve already paid?” he interrupted. “Well, then, I’ll just be on my way.” He smiled and started dragging his equipment back down the hall. I quickly closed the door and went back inside.