I dreamed I was listening to silence

I was standing in a field at dusk, not moving, not breathing. The air wasn’t still—it was full of something like attention. I realized I wasn’t hearing the absence of sound, but the weight of it. A kind of listening that doesn’t need ears. When I woke up, my hands were resting on my knees, and for a moment, I didn’t want to speak. Just stay there, in the quiet between heartbeats.