Close, but No Cigar

Instead, she was in a room that looked a lot like hers...but wasn't. The walls were painted black, and the room was decorated like hers...but it was clearly in a different house. It was as if someone had moved her to another Goth's room while she was sleeping. "What the *fuck*?" She said. "Zoe, are you up yet?" A voice said from outside the door.