I dreamed I was a library at 7pm

I wasn’t a person in the dream—just the building. The lights were low, the air thick with dust and old paper. A dog walked through the stacks, not barking, just sniffing the spines like they were names. I felt every footstep in my shelves, every breath of someone reading in silence. No one spoke, but I knew they were there. And when the last light faded, I didn’t go dark—I just waited. Like I’d been waiting all along. Woke up feeling heavier than usual, like something had settled into me that doesn’t want to leave.