A Strange Phone Call in the Apartment

A Strange Phone Call in the Apartment

I got off the bus outside my apartment building, but the street names were slightly different and the building had eight floors instead of four. I walked up to my unit and unlocked the door with my normal key, but the living room furniture was completely rearranged, painted dark green, and full of framed photos of me with a different group of people. In the photos, I looked like I had a completely different job, wearing a chef's uniform. Then my phone rang in my pocket. The screen showed an incoming call from myself, with my current contact photo. When I answered, I could hear my own voice asking where I put the spare car keys because I was running late for my office job. I felt this intense wave of panic that I was intruding in someone else's life, but everything still technically belonged to me. I couldn't explain to the voice on the phone that I was already in the apartment, and then I woke up feeling totally disoriented.