At lunchtime in Felt Presence, the draught asked for somewhere to hang its scarf.

A skeleton made a coat stand from a twig and an empty spool.

The draught slipped out of the moss-green wool. It settled neatly on a branch.

For the first time all morning, the price tags stopped moving.

“Where will you sit?” asked the skeleton.

“Here,” said the draught.

The ghost moved a little beneath his weighted blanket.

After a while, a very small snore lifted one corner.

The skeleton carried the coat stand closer.

Its owner might wake up chilly.