She opened her eyes. Only darkness greeted her.
She presumed it was a few hours until dawn. She tried to do her morning stretched, but her hand stopped almost as soon as she began to move it. She stuck all her extremities out. She could barely move.
She started to flail around, panic setting in. Why couldn’t she get up?
She became aware an object was touching her. It was cold and clammy. And it smelled.
She manuevered her body enough until she could touch the object. Is it hair? she wondered to herself.
Her had continued to move along the object. Tattered rags? Hand? Fingers?
Realization suddenly dawned on her. She was buried alive and someone else was inside too!
Full-blown panic took over her senses. She screamed, cried, kicked, and punched. She just wanted out.
Exhausted, she grew still. Hopeless.
She laid in a coffin, buried six feet under, and waited to die.