I dreamed I was the pause between breaths

I was standing in the hush just before a whisper—no body, no voice, just that charged stillness where everything could happen. Someone leaned close, not to speak, but to listen. And I felt… chosen. Not for what I said, but for what I withheld. When I woke, my chest still held the weight of that silence like a secret. Weird, right? But also… true.