Well, not everything.
Everything I can see may be black, but my other senses are having the time of their lives. I can smell sawdust, the faint smell that scotch tape makes when it is placed on your face, and my own sweat. All of these sensations are thick, hanging over and around my head. I can feel the rough planks around me. There are only hard angles in this almost-coffin.
The parallel stops my breathing for a minute, but I push it away and breathe deeply. I am not locked inside, unsure though I am of how much air takes up the space around me. I can hear footsteps coming nearer. This is unexpected. I wait for a voice to be attached to the feet that have stopped just in front of me.
"I'm going to move you now."
Before I can respond, I am moving forward faster than I would like. I hope it is forward. After the first few feet, I have lost all sense of direction. The darkness comes to an abrupt stop. I hear the voice (which I now recognize as being named Will) shouting to someone else. His voice slowly leaves the range of my hearing, and I am left once again to myself in the darkness.
Minutes later, another pair of footsteps, another voice. I shall soon emerge.
Knowing what this is about makes it even funnier.
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