I dreamed I was the pause between breaths

I was standing in a quiet room where every sound had weight, and time wasn’t moving—it was holding its breath. Someone was about to speak, but I was the silence before the word. Not empty, not passive—just… present. And then they looked at me like they knew. Like they’d been waiting for me to decide whether to let it out or keep it suspended. It felt like power. Like surrender. I woke up with my fingers curled slightly, as if still holding something delicate.