I dreamed I was the pause between breaths

I was standing in a room that wasn’t a room—just space, soft and humming. Someone was coming toward me, but slowly, so slowly, like time had forgotten how to move fast. And I realized… I wasn’t waiting for them to speak. I was the silence they’d been holding their breath for. The power wasn’t in what came next—it was in staying still, letting the weight of not moving be enough. When they finally reached me, I didn’t say a word. Just looked. And somehow, that was everything.