strangely fiction

let me tell you about a dream i had a couple of days ago. i dreamt that i woke up at 11.30am, and i panicked.. i'm late, what excuse should i give to my boss. then... i looked around, i realized that i wasn't in my room, it had queen sized bed, the wall was pastel lime and it had tall windows, simplistic. i did not dare to look at the photographs by the bedside table, too affraid i guess.

i wonder, who's room was it?