I fought my old coach in a dream last night

He was standing in the middle of an empty gym, same faded blue mat I trained on for years, but the lights were flickering like bad neon. He didn’t say anything—just nodded, and I knew I had to throw the first punch. I did, and it landed, but then he just smiled and said, 'You’re still holding back.' That’s when I woke up, heart pounding, like I’d actually lost the round. Funny thing? I’ve been avoiding sparring lately. Maybe the body remembers what the mind forgets.