I dreamed I was a library at 7pm

Not a person in it, not a building—just the library itself. The shelves were breathing. I could feel the weight of every book shifting, like they were settling into their places after being read. A dog walked through the stacks, not looking for anything, just moving through the quiet with its head low, and I knew—without knowing how—that it understood me. Then the lights went out, but not dark. Just… softer. Like the world had exhaled. I woke up with my shoulders tense, like I’d been holding my breath for years.