Sex and the City and Melanie

In dreamland Sex and the City is real and I am Carrie's neighbor. In fact, I live in the apartment across the hall from her.

We had a nice relationship going, us both being writers and all. Our other writer friend, Kate Ghiloni, lived downstairs from us, and we would hang out looking fabulous and being smart on a regular basis.

I was having a drink with Samantha on the roof of my apartment when we realized the building next door was on fire. The building was the Times Warner building and the window panes were falling out of the offices because of the heat.

Samantha and I scurried down from our perch and grabbed Carrie from her burning apartment, grabbing Kate on the way out before the building fell down. We lost everything. EVERYTHING. All we had were the clothes on our backs which were, of course, designer and chic.

We sat on our stoop watching the entire Times Warner building lose it's walls. The building, for some reason, didn't fall. We could see right through to all the floors and marvled at the technology they used over there.

When we got tired of watching the destruction we all went out for blueberry pancakes. Ce la vie.