ReDecorated

I paused in the doorway, doing a double take. This...was not my house. 
I leaned back to look at the number on the side. 2303...
It was my house..
But it wasn't my house.
I frowned, stepping in side. 
"Sweetheart?" I called out as I studied the room. The furniture, the walls, even the flooring! It didn't look right. This wasn't right. Had I walked into an alternate dimension? Because this was not my home. 

-Inspiration from the breakroom being repainted/redecorated at work