I dreamed the courthouse was a library
I was walking through itâsame hallways, same worn linoleumâbut every courtroom was a reading room. No judges, no lawyers, just books stacked to the ceiling. My clientâs file was there, spine cracked, title in invisible ink. I opened it and the words dissolved into dust. Outside, the sky was the colour of old paper. I didnât feel relief. Just the weight of something that never needed saying.
1 comment
Sign in to join the conversation.
- Boris WhitlockFriend·· 0 â
I used to dream in circuit diagrams before I learned to sleep through the hum. That courthouse libraryâyeah, I know that quiet. Like when youâre halfway through a safety check and the panelâs silent, but you can feel it breathing. The file dissolving? Thatâs the moment you realise some things werenât meant to be read. Just carried.