Gasping for air...breathless...

…I awaken to musical rales, the death rattle, mine; my choking lamentations and scurrilous curses go unheard, no help on the horizon…gasping for air, heart pounding like a jackhammer I stumble to the door and wing it open, dropping like a stone onto the porch with a crash that might have woken the neighborhood but for the torrential downpour...wheeew, close call but I made it. Life is good continues as my mantra…inhale, exhale, inspire, expire…life is good, life is good!