Sleep Apnea
I could hardly breathe,
death was in the making.
As the in and out slowed to out,
expelling a long slow breath,
I was ready for what was to come.
In the far distance something familiar,
more of a feeling than a memory.
Enough awake now,
I knew it was a bathroom call.
As I stumbled to that little room,
all I could think of was how good
it was going to be to get back to sleep.
I really don’t recall getting back in bed.
If I could only get back to sleep---------.
People in the room, muffled voices.
“You say you just woke up
and found him this way,” “Yes” I heard her say.
“Must have been a heart attack”, a strange voice.
But I’m not dead, I’m not dead” I tried to scream.
Yet, I could not move at all.
In the far distance something familiar,
I was holding my breath, which I let out
in a long, long sigh of relief--------------,
as the alarm clock came into full being.
© Jul 18 2010 For Nikko’s “twist and shock” contest
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