In the changing room.
My heart still hurts like sh*t.
My left arm looks like it is fully healed.
But only from the outside.
It still hurts like hell.
I look at my mittens.
They remind me of my dad, my wrestling career and my dream.
The dream to fight opponents making me shiver.
I sit there and look at the palm of my hands.
Blood decorates them.
Is this really what I wanted?
I guess there’s no use denying it.
“Thank you Teach for bringing me here.
I’ll never forget,” I say exhausted.
It definitely is.
Half a minute later my eyes close.
I hear a distorted sound of a door opening.
All the pain slowly subsides.
My eyes open again.
I have a dream.
A real dream for once.