Dream Dweller

 In two corners of an arena stood two men, one panting and full of sweat from training right before the fight, the other yawning, sitting down on the floor with his pajamas on. Waving to the crowd, they began to scream at the sleepy man. “You’ll be set in your place!” said a boy among many others. Their blood boiled like never before, wanting nothing but the guy who isn’t taking the battle seriously to be beaten alive.

 However, stretching his feet and arms, the barely-awake fighter, Michael, was unoffended by the bashful cries. Rather, it was like hearing the chimes of silver bells, a beautiful composition of emotions that could put him sound asleep. At the other side of the ring, the sweaty man, Danathan, clenched his teeth in annoyance. Finally, the bell rang, and the fight commenced. Both fighters stared at each other for a moment, and then…

 Slammed– no, to say he was only slammed would be an understatement. Devastated in a single punch, Michael was sent across the building, crashing onto a wall. His body limped and he began to cough up blood. Danathan was declared the winner of round one.

 Set back to the starting position, it was now Michael who breathed heavy. However, instead of sinking into despair, he chuckled. Slowly, he dozed off and before the bell even rang, he passed out. Waking up, he heard the groans of the audience as the announcer declared the winner. “Michael The Dream Dweller”