I dreamed I was a library at 7pm

I was a library at 7pm, and the light was just right—golden, low, like it knew what it was doing. The shelves were full of books that hadn’t been written yet, but I could feel them in my spine. A woman came in, sat in the chair by the window, and started reading something that wasn’t there. I didn’t speak. I just kept breathing. When she left, I didn’t notice her go. I only noticed the silence after.