Nightmare's Music Melody

Prologue

I get up in the morning with a strong headache and feel pressure on my chest already. A stuffy feeling and fear spread in my body. Someone's eyes stare at me and I feel them conscious.
In a matter of seconds, I leave my bedroom and go to the kitchen. On the way there my stomach rumbles and makes noises of hunger like crazy.
Ok, my diet can be the cause as I try to eat healthier and eat regularly before 7 pm.
Anyways, I grab a bowl out of a cupboard and open the fridge.
The first weird thing today, milk and all food packages are misplaced. I do remember drinking a bit too much yesterday but not cleaning up which is definitely the case in my behavior. 
I get goosebumps.
Well, maybe it was my really good friend knowing my drinking habits even with her eyes closed.

I don't bother further about the weird events and grab the milk. As I open the lit I smell a foul smell. Wow, now even the milk went bad in one day.
I go for yogurt and mix it with cereals standing on the counter, just as misplaced.
Disregarding and tired I walk to the sofa and touch the On button of the TV remote. Luckily at least the TV is friendly enough to accept my drowsiness.
Whilst eating I switch through the channels and stop at a soap. No real difficulty and bad jokes lighten up my mood.

I smile after finishing my breakfast and get up to clean the bowl. This time the wardrobe in the hallway is open. Weird again as I always close them to not hit my head on them.
I simply shake my head and go over to wash the bowl and the spoon that laid around since yesterday afternoon on the coffee table completely clean.
My laziness made me put one there before I run to the kitchen in a grumpy manner.

The clock at the wall next to me shows 8:30 am and I rush to the bathroom and change clothes to go to work.
My hair is a mess like every morning and I only brush it shortly.
On the way out of my apartment, I turn off the TV, grab my coat and handbag.
Arriving at the door I unlock it and step out into the long hallway of the 8th floor.
I turn around and lock the door. Then I make my way to the elevator meeting my not favored neighbor an old lady who nags at me a lot for causing too much ruckus.

With 10 minutes remaining to get to work I jump into my car in the underground garage and drive onto the highway.
To my luck, I eventually arrive before my boss and 2 minutes before my shift begins. I reenact wiping the sweat off my forehead to a colleague and she shakes her head laughing lightly and smiling.