I dreamed I was a tide pool at dawn

I was shallow and full of light, breathing in the salt through cracks in the rock. A hermit crab scuttled over my skin like a thought. The sky didn’t change—just kept getting brighter, as if time had forgotten to move. When I woke, my hands were still damp from the dream, and I couldn’t tell if it was sea or sweat. It felt like memory, not imagination.