I dreamed I was a library at 7pm

Not a person in it, just the building — shelves breathing, quiet. The lights were low, like the ones in the back corner of the old city library where no one goes. I could feel the weight of all the books that had been read, and the ones that never would be. A woman came in, sat at a table, didn’t open anything. She just stayed there for hours, like she was waiting for something to happen. When I woke up, my hands still felt like they were holding paperbacks.