She wasn't even in her bedroom anymore. Instead, she was in a much smaller bedroom.
It was clean, but it was certainly not any place she'd be caught dead in. Especially with all the models on the shelf. She recognized a model of the Enterprise-D from Star Trek, the Millenium Falcon, then...
Wait a minute...how do I know what those things are? She asked herself suddenly.
"Sarah...breakfast," a voice called from downstairs. It sounded like it could be her mother, but she wasn't quite sure. It seemed unlikely though. It was way too early for her mother to be up unless she had a photo shoot. Her mother also didn't yell for her for breakfast.
She looked around, and found a mirror in the corner. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt to bed, as opposed to her normal nightgown. Her hair was a mess, but she found a brush to put it into some sort of order.
"Sarah!!" the voice called again.
Sarah decided she'd better find out what was going on. Maybe the person calling her could tell her.
