The Night I Died

The night I died I was not asleep, this was not a nightmare my eyes were open as I struggled to wake up from the deep hole of sleep. I had sunk into a sinkhole of sleep that could only end in unconsciousness drifting into death helpless as an autumnal leaf falling off an oak. With all my might with every fibre of my aged body I heaved myself to the surface. I landed on the wooden floor tried to get my breathing under control My wife came running, asked what happened? Nothing dear, nothing at all. I was looking for a coin that fell out of my pocket when undressing. My head was still fuzzy by unwanted sleep. I had died, but it was untimely my heroic leap out of bed had saved me.