CHAPTER 5The morning was misty, and the ocean was on the wrong side. But so was the door, and the two walls that were facing Hubert's head and feet. And what was even more remarkable: they all had migrated in the same direction. As he was waking up, hovering uncertainly between inner and outer fog, Hubert discovered that by rotating his bed, exchanging the positions of head and feet, he would be able to restore, for the most part, the familiar arrangement of things. What a miracle to behold! It was worth a few minutes of motionless contemplation. Only his hands were busy, greeting warm, soft, important parts of his body. Hello, hub of Hubert! The only piece of his surroundings that still refused to fall into the pattern of the past night was the sink. Sea and sink were now on different sid
