Dicing with Death

“Death, life’s old nemesis, comes unbidden.” ~ Quote by poet It was a soft knock barely discernible in the dead of night I was in the vice-grip of sleep… slumbering in my sanctuary serenely snugly who’s there? I wonder … from my subconscious realm a cry bubbles up,,, who comes knocking at the door in this god-forsaken hour of night my mind dozes off again knock knock knock now persistent now more forceful now with a purpose behind each knock a little louder a little more annoying I plodded from bedroom down to the front door stumbling through a maze of hazy dreams walking on shifting clouds unwilling pushed from the back toward the door and I wonder … I took a peek through the peep-hole no one was there none was seen just empty space I stepped back turned around started walking back when … another knock! now annoyed at my wit’s end I flung open the door and…. came face to face with death!