Michael lay sprawled out on the ground, dripping with sweat and his lungs burning. Not wanting to lose the feeling he had grasped, he continued to use the same technique the figure had shown him; simply titled "The Punch". Despite its horrible name, Michael was sure that it was one of the most efficient and non-flashy strikes in existence.
'Shit, what's the time?' remembering that he still had yet to sleep and had to make up for his early finish the day before, he began to panic. He willed himself out of the field and reappeared back in the real world.
Looking around, he started to become disoriented, seeing that it was still nighttime. 'Was I gone for a whole day?' he thought in panic. But before he could continue on this line of thought, his head started to become heavy with fatigue. It was as if he had been awake for 4 days straight.
