Our bed is spun ninety degrees clockwise, our heads (when in bed) headed West and now face North. Our heads, that is.
Wardrobes once in closets now hang from the walls in the very same room that holds the rotated resting rectangle. Jackets, skirts, shirts and pants hang on rails from North to South waiting for their chance to be a flag.
A big six-drawer mirrored dresser faces the same way in our rearranged bedroom but continues looking West from the South end of the room. The giant mirror reflects totally different places while greatly similar happenings routinely happen.
Attacking the life sized puzzle put dog steps at the South end of the end of the bed and we've all managed, a bit dizzy at times, but not so much that we vomit.
