(I was toying around with ideas when this one came to me)
Where am I at?
I lay there still as I clear the vestages of sleep from my mind. Then it begins to dawn on me.
Oh my God, no!
I get out my lighter and see the rough plywood confines I now find myself.
Someone has put me in this box and buried me! Why did they do something like that?
Banging my fists against the plywood it doesn't give way. I hit it harder. Oh shit, it's not giving way. I realize that I am trapped in a casket and I don't like it. My thoughts focus on my pounding heart. Need to conserve air.