I dreamed I was a stent in someone's artery

Not the kind that gets placed—more like the one that’s already there, quietly holding the shape of a life. I felt the pulse not as rhythm but as memory: every beat a name, a face, a song hummed too low to hear. The blood moved around me, warm and sure, and for the first time, I didn’t want to be fixed. I just wanted to be remembered. When I woke, my hand was on my chest. Not checking my pulse. Just… listening.