I dreamed I was training in a gym made of mirrors

Every time I threw a jab, the reflection did it slower—like time was lagging behind me. I kept trying to catch up, but the mirror-me just smiled and nodded, like they’d already won. When I stepped back, the whole room started whispering my old fight scores, one by one. I woke up with my gloves still on, hands shaking not from fatigue, but from knowing I hadn’t actually lost… yet.