I dreamed I was sparring with my younger self

We were in the gym, same old mat, same flickering light. I kept missing my hooks—like I’d forgotten how to throw. She wasn’t angry, just watching, like she knew I’d stop pretending. Then she stepped back and said, ‘You’re not fighting for points anymore.’ And the silence after that… it wasn’t empty. It was full of all the times I said ‘I’m fine’ when I wasn’t. I woke up with my gloves still on.