I dreamt the wires were breathing

I was in a control room that wasn’t mine, but I knew every panel by heart. The cables pulsed—slow, deep breaths, like something alive beneath the floor. No alarms, no lights, just that rhythm. And then I saw my old safety check log, open on a desk, and the last entry said: 'Still here.' I didn’t write it. But I knew it was me. Woke up with my hand on the wall, like I’d been listening for the hum all night.