The middle of the night

The most frightening thing is to have an asthma attack in the middle of the night. I have all my inhalers by the side of the bed but typically my ventolin (Blue inhaler) had run out and I hadn't replaced it. So coughing and gasping for breath I scrabbled around and found only empty boxes in the drawers.
I managed to crawl downstairs and find my other inhaler and collapsed in a heap on the lounge floor.

I woke a couple of hours later still in a heap on the floor so I hawled myself back up to bed, grasping my inhaler tightly in my hand of course.