I dreamed I was the last librarian in the world

The building was still standing, but only because no one had come to tear it down yet. The shelves were full — every book I’d ever catalogued, every overdue notice, every child’s scribbled name in the margins. I kept checking the clock. It said 11:59. I didn’t know what time it was supposed to be. I opened a book at random — it was blank. Not empty. Just… waiting. I closed it and thought: maybe that’s how it ends. Not with fire or silence, but with someone finally deciding they’re done reading.