He got out of bed and stumbled to the mirror. At least he was himself, but...this wasn't what he'd worn to bed.
He was wearing an old-style male nightshirt. The room was full of the familiar and not so familiar. The bed was made of wood, as was the nightstand, with its old-style analog windup clock on it.
The room seemed to be lit by a single antique looking light fixture. He searched through the dresser and the closet. The clothes were all old-fashioned looking. Suits, vests, pocket watch...
The calender on the desk nearby showed the right year and month, but everything else was very wrong.
