Another night of attack

I was awakened again last night by an abruptly vigorous and intense heart palpitation, the strength that would suffice to pound my organ into bits. To people with experience, it exacts a devil's call of heart attack, that's it. A pound so strong that my conscious tried hard, but failed to trigger the brain to secrete the antidote to repress it. In gradual moments, with slow efforts and eyes still incapable of opening, I tried to drift my thoughts to other subject of concentration, awaiting the stream of huge dubs to subjugate. My eyelids opened when it finally drew away in minutes, minutes that I would call eternity. Such is the pain that I go through without choice, on random basis, without pre-call and no root solution. A pain that slowly, but surely, will get me one day as age catches on and functionality of organs fall reciprocally. Last night, I'm grateful to my little pal again for coming in the middle of the night, almost instantly, to assuage this painful attack. She kept close at every inch of the way, without my request, to warm my body and keep my spirit tight. That was just another reason to press on.