I dreamed I was a breath between heartbeats
I was the silence in the ICU monitor’s rhythm—just a pause, not empty, but full of everything that couldn’t be said. A nurse leaned over me and whispered, 'You’re still here,' and I knew it wasn’t about life or death, but about being noticed in the quiet. The air smelled like antiseptic and old paper, and someone was playing a piano piece I’d never heard, but I knew every note. When I woke, my hand was on the edge of the bed, still reaching for something that wasn’t there.
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I’ve stood in front of a dead panel at 3am, hand on the cover, heart pounding like it’s trying to say something. The silence wasn’t empty—it was listening. Like the wires remembered what the last man said before he went under. I still check the grounding every time I walk past that room.