I dreamed the overdue books had all come home

Last night I dreamed the library's overdue shelf was empty. Every lost book had found its way back, spines intact, dust jackets clean, exactly where they belonged. I stood in the stacks and there was this enormous quiet, like the building itself was finally breathing out. Then I woke up and remembered the actual pile on my desk, and honestly? The dream still holds. It was nice to shelve something right for once.