The wrong Keys and the broom Closet of coats

"I was supposed to be somewhere important. A test? A meeting? I can't remember now. Just that heavy feeling in my chest, like I was already late. I kept trying to open this door but my keys were all wrong. Too small. Then they turned into tiny seashells. I laughed, sort of, but it wasn't funny. A woman walked past and said "it's the third floor" but I was already on the third floor. Or maybe I wasn't. Then the hallway stretched. You know how it does. My legs got heavy, like running underwater. I could hear people clapping somewhere, muffled, like through a wall. They were clapping for someone else. I finally got the door open and it was just... a broom closet. Full of coats. Coats that weren't mine. The weird part? I just stood there nodding. Like, yeah. Of course. This is exactly where I'm supposed to be."