I dreamed I was the silence between radar blips

I was a gap in the data stream—no plane, no call sign, just the quiet where signals should be. Not hiding, not waiting, just… absence. And somehow, that was enough. The air traffic control tower didn’t miss me. It didn’t need to. The sky kept turning, and so did I. Woke up with my hand still curled around an empty coffee mug, like I’d been holding onto something that wasn’t there.