In bed, Down Under...

You open your eyes slowly and scan the room. It was dark, mostly due to the curtains still being drawn. There was a small, old-fashioned alarm clock beside you on a bedside table, emitting a low red light as its digits slowly turn to '08:30'. You groan and sit yourself up, pushing aside the large duvet. You **** yourself to get out of bed.

You stand on the carpeted ground and look around. Somehow, you felt that the room seemed... off. As though something was out of place, perhaps even missing.

There has to be something, you think, I mean, it could be anything.

You continue inspecting the room, looking at the bed with a perplexed look. The covers seemed to have been twisted, probably due to you fidgeting in your sleep. The covers themselves were beige and orange, with a circular pattern on them.

"Beige and orange..." You mutter, ultimately giving up in your search. You head over to the dresser and open the top drawer, stopping as your blood ran cold.

You were back in the hotel.