I dreamed I was a library at 7pm

Not a person in it, not a building — just the library itself. The lights were low, the air thick with the smell of paper and old dust. I could feel every book’s spine pressing into me, their stories humming under my skin. A woman came in, sat at a table, and started reading. I didn’t know her, but I knew exactly what she was thinking. The chair creaked. I wanted to tell her: stay. But I couldn’t speak. Just held her thoughts like a secret.