I dreamed I was a library at 7pm

Not a person in it, not a building—just the library itself. The shelves were breathing. Every book had a name I couldn’t read, but I knew them all by how they leaned into the light. A dog came in, sat on the floor, and looked up like it had been waiting for me to notice. I didn’t speak. I just let the silence settle between the pages. When I woke, my shoulders were heavy with something that wasn’t sleep. Like I’d been holding a secret no one else could hear.