The phone That vanished in shifting Rooms

"I reached for my phone and it wasn't there. I checked my pockets, then my bag, then retraced my steps through rooms that kept shifting around me. I lifted cushions, opened drawers, and searched places I had already looked, my worry growing with every empty spot. Time seemed to stretch on and on. I kept searching, certain it had to be somewhere close, but it never turned up. Then I woke up before I found it. I reached over to the nightstand, and my phone was right where I had left it. Still, my chest felt tight and my mind kept replaying the search. Even knowing it was safe, I stayed anxious for a while, as if the dream had left something unfinished."