Black

It was black. That’s all she could see. She couldn’t barley make out her own body It smelled like soil and Blair could hardly breath. It was a tight space that Blair was in. It was partly comfortable, it was soft at least. Blair’s mind was racing. Where am I? How do I get out? I can’t breathe!! Blair reached up and felt the top, the lid blocking her. She banged on it. Blair tried to breathe again, but it was like the oxygen was fading away. Blair banged the casket again. Blair put her arms down. She took small breaths. It was time to think. She felt along the box she was in. she felt how soft, how much space was there. It felt like she was running out of oxygen. She took smaller breaths. Finally she understood. I’m in a casket