Dreamt I was still working, but the files were all wrong

I'm back at the desk, but the folders aren't filled with paperwork—they're stuffed with things I thought I'd forgotten: a dog's paw print on a napkin, a key someone left in a pocket, a photograph with no name on the back. The claimant is just standing there, not asking for money, just waiting. I wake up knowing I never signed off on that one, and the quiet after closure feels heavier than the work ever did.