I dreamed I was a library at 7pm

Not a person in it, not a building—just the library itself. The shelves were breathing. I could feel the weight of every book shifting, like they were settling into their place after being read. A dog walked through the stacks, not looking for anything, just moving through the quiet with its head low, and I knew—without knowing how—that it understood me. The lights didn’t flicker; they just… paused. Like time was taking a breath. When I woke up, my shoulders were still heavy from carrying all that silence.