I aten't dead

So there I was this morning, having my tea and puffing a cigarette on the balcony of my new pad, when I was suddenly engulfed by a feeling of equanimity, a oneness with the big blank wall straight ahead, a twoness with the mango tree.

It was then, that I confronted the meanest looking cat I have ever laid me eyes upon, staring at me from the the balcony ledge. Slightly startled, I felt my feelings of equanimity slipping away, only to be replaced by thoughts of fear, dread and rabies shots. Its face was contorted in an expression of utter malice and moved slowly towards me as if advancing a prey.

I began to feel a slight discomfort in my left leg.

Technicolor images of cheetahs and antelopes flipped through my mind.

Everything beyond that point is somewhat fuzzy. Its highly possible that this is a product of my heightened imagination during the act of sleep. In any case, I aten't dead. Yet.