One day

One day I woke up happy.
I bounced out of bed
and took the dog for a walk.
I made coffee and cereal
and read the latest Newsweek.
I stretched and ran five miles.
I showered and dressed for work.
I climbed into my Jeep
and turned up the stereo.
I made it to work in half the time
it took me on any other day.
I found the perfect parking place,
close to the elevators.
I reached the concourse
in an express elevator.
I walked out onto the floor
and headed toward the escalators.
I heard three shots ring out
and saw three people fall.
Everyone was running
in different directions.
I ran toward the sound
of gunfire.
I saw one small man
with a gun.
I ran toward him,
hoping to stop the death.
I reached him.
He shot me.
I stopped him.
I died.