I dreamed I was the silence between cues

I was standing in the wings, not a person but a space—just the breath before the music starts, the pause where the spotlight hasn’t decided which way to turn. No one saw me. No one needed to. The show moved through me like air through an open door. When the next cue came, it didn’t come from anyone. It just… happened. And I wasn’t there to make it happen. I was just the quiet that let it be.