In with the old

Dylan awoke after what felt like the deepest sleep of his life. He was laying in his bed, staring up at the same old ceiling, counting the circle patterns on the wall as he always did. He rolled onto his side but was blinded by the sun coming through the crack in his curtains. Blinking twice to adjust to the light, Dylan began to focus on the drapes.
"Wait a sec...." he blinked again to confirm what he was seeing, "these are Em's curtains!" Dylan's eyes darted further around the room. Just to the left of the window was an old chipped white dresser, with a large mirror on the top that was lined with small lights, many of which that had stopped working. Just like the one his sister had.

His eyes yet again shifted to the right side of the room, where on the wall was an old Nirvana poster that his sister had on her wall. And come to think of it the pink wallpaper coating the wall was the exact same as that what had been in his sisters room. But this was definitely his, he hadn't moved - all of his sisters things had.

Stepping out his bed, which was now also covered with his sisters sheets, Dylan took a deep breath.
"What on earth is going on!" he was quite stressed, his world had shifted overnight seemingly and nothing made sense. Spinning slowly around in the room, Dylan was trying to take everything in when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror attached to his sisters old wardrobe door.

He was wearing his sisters old pyjamas!

Instantly he stormed out of the room and headed towards his sisters.