I slept over at my best friend’s house one night…
it wasn’t so much a party/sleepover as it was… her parents weren’t home and it was getting late, so it was more convenient and she didn’t have to be alone in the house overnight. So I got the bed in her baby’s room all by myself while her baby slept in her room.
Anyway. I woke up pretty early in the morning to a loud phone ring and registered that there was a phone in the room. I thought, “Why would they keep a detective phone in the baby’s room? I wonder if it’s a case.” then I heard the answering machine in the other room pick up and thought, “Oh. that’s good. He (Sherlock Holmes) can just leave a message. I’d better make sure to get it before J’s parents get home.” … and somewhere in there, being not quite sure whether it was a case for me or a case for J’s parents. Obviously, it was a case, or else they wouldn’t have been calling on a detective phone!
all-in-all, pretty boring. But kind of weird that I was awake enough to notice the phone, think it was strange, register that it was not my house or phone and wonder if I should pick it up, and STILL think I was a detective and there was such a thing as a detective phone.