Alarm rang. I rose. Washed up, cleared the night, left nothing behind. Checked the mirror — looked fine enough to pass. Buttoned the shirt, got everything in order. Tied my tie, kept it tight. Coffee strong, kept me going. Checked the clock — time was running out. Grabbed my keys, my wallet, what I had left. Paused by the door. Took one last look. Then I checked out. Just another morning. Right on time.                                                                                                                    Now read it again, this wasn’t about work.  This was the morning I died.