WHITE FORCE-FIELD

Fussing from one end of the bed to the other while pulling on the fabric of the mattress he was laying on, Michael was yet again caught in one of his unique dreams which he couldn't make out what any of them actually meant, unable to wake up on his own.

Sweat crowned on his forehead while he breathe heavy breaths, meanwhile, unconsciously, he had activated his white coloured force-field ability which were around the four corners of the bed, forming a dome over him and the bed with only the corners making contact with the body of the force-field, compressing the bed in on itself which made it to curve inwards at the middle, where Michael currently was, having a panic.

Not only was the bed being compressed by the dome but it was also slowly being lifted upwards, covering one vertical inch every second, creating more room for the center of the bed to curve downwards even more. The corners of the bed had already been lifted off the floor with every passing second but
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