Running late Through unfamiliar Streets

"I'm running late for something. I don't know what. Just late. And I'm running down streets I don't recognize and none of them are the right street and I keep thinking "it's this way" and turning and it's not this way. It's never this way. My legs wouldn't move right. Heavy. Like running through water. And I kept checking my phone for the time and the screen was just. Blank. No numbers. Just light. And I'd shove it back in my pocket and keep running. I passed my own house. My own front door. And I thought "I could just go in" but I couldn't stop. Just kept running. Past it. And I remember thinking "I'm going to be so late" over and over. Like a song stuck in my head. I woke up and my legs were tangled in the sheets. Kicked loose. Heart going. I lay there and did the math. Nothing to be late for. Nothing on the calendar. Just a Tuesday. I got up and made coffee slower than usual. On purpose. Sat down to drink it. Didn't rush. Just sat."