You know you’ve read too many mysteries when you start dreaming you are a special undercover agent. Move over Sydney Bristow and Charlie’s Angels, because last night I was BookGirl P.I., armed with a reading light and a book bag.
In my dream, I was in some seedy town checking out an apartment building. I told the realtor I was looking for a new space for my office but the real reason I wanted this place was that I knew the next door neighbors were involved in the crime I was solving.
My alarm clock rang so I didn’t get to figure out what the crime was. Overdue books perhaps?
Tonight I went to my Murder on Mondays book group. We meet once a month and read, you guessed it, mysteries. So, I guess I’ll be Nancy Drew in my dreams tonight.