I dreamed I was the pause between breaths

I was standing at the edge of a silence so deep it felt like a room. No sound, no movement—just me, holding still. And then someone stepped into that space, not with feet, but with a look. A slow blink. A breath held. I didn’t speak. I didn’t have to. The moment stretched, and I knew: this was power. Not control, not command—just being seen in the quiet. When I woke, my chest still felt full, like I’d been breathing someone else’s rhythm.