I dreamed the wires were breathing

I was in a control room that wasn’t mine, but I knew every panel by heart. The cables weren’t just live—they pulsed, slow and deep, like something sleeping beneath the floor. I knelt to touch one, and it didn’t shock me. It whispered my name. Not loud. Just… remembered. Then the lights went out, not with a bang, but with a sigh. And for a second, I swear I felt the whole system hold its breath. When I woke up, the house was quiet. But I still hear it sometimes—just below the hum of the fridge. Like the world’s still listening.