The smells of dust and cement clog my nose and eyes and ears, permeating every corner of my subconscious.

This lid weighs heavily on me, slowly crushing my already rotten corpse; just because I’m dead doesn’t mean I can’t feel things anymore.

“Shh, go back to sleep my child; close your eyes, it will all be better in the dark,” my mother croons.

“Mother, I’m lonely in here, please open the lid. I promise I’ll be good!”

She laughs, the eerie sound still echoing in my ears. “Go back to sleep my child, you’ll be in here a long time. I won’t let you make the same mistake again.”