Tense Around Apples

"Which begs the question, why do we all dream?"

I'm finding it really difficult to believe my phone has gone. I just keep on thinking it's there, still within easy reach. All the pictures and videos and texts and recordings and music and everything. The music can be replaced pretty easily, but I'm never gonna going to get back my housemate's drunken rendition of her presentation about The Faerie Queen again, am I?