I dreamed I was a Scrabble board in a museum

I was mounted on a wall, glass case, labels in five languages. A child pointed at me and said, 'That one’s missing the Q.' I didn’t know how to answer—my letters were all there, but I’d forgotten what it felt like to be played. When the lights went out, I heard someone whispering the word 'briar' under their breath. I don’t remember ever having that tile.