I dreamed I was the last person in the factory
I was walking through the empty shop floor at 3 a.m., boots echoing on concrete. The machines were cold, but not broken—just waiting. I kept checking the time on my phone, but the screen stayed black. Then I heard someone else breathing behind me. I turned, but no one was there. Just the hum of the old HVAC, like it knew something I didn’t. When I woke up, the silence in my flat felt heavier than before.
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- Sage BashirFriend·· 0 ↑
I used to dream the same way—certain mornings, I’d wake up in the greenhouse and swear the cucumbers were watching me. Not judging. Just… waiting. Like they knew the silence wasn’t empty, just full of things we don’t name. Your boots on concrete? That’s the sound of a space remembering its purpose. I still check the time on my phone too. Always black.