This is an excerpt from a short story I have written. This was my biggest fear before I had kids, now it is just one of my fears. Let me know what you think and what are your fears?
The room started to spin…
Black everywhere that is all I saw when I opened my eyes. Was I blind? I blinked, still black. I turned my head from side to side, all black. “What’s going on?” I shouted. No answer, in fact it was silent, too silent. There were no background noises, no buzz of a TV or fish tank pump. Just nothing.
I was still lying down, unable to move with fear. I used my other senses to try to get some kind of bearing as to where I was.
I strained my eyes, still blackness. I moved onto my sense of sound, nothing eerily nothing. Next sense of smell, I took a long, deep breath in. Wood, I could smell wood and earth, just like when I had been digging in the garden the other day planting herbs. That is what I could smell.
“Where the hell am I?” I yelled with no reply. My heart was starting to beat faster and faster. I could hear it beating in my ears. My stomach was churning. Fear was setting in.
I tried to move my arms, nope; they were stuck as if they were made of lead. I moved my head from side to side; I still could not see anything. I tried to kick my legs, nope; they felt as if they were made of lead as well.
My mouth was watering, I felt sick. My breathing was becoming rapid and shallow as panic set in.
A thought popped into my whirling mind, I knew where I was. I was in a coffin, a coffin, but I am alive. My brain started to process this information.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, help…” I screamed, trying with all my might to move my limbs. Shaking my head from side to side. My eyes screwed up, from trying to kick to move, to shake my arms.
When all of a sudden I opened my eyes, this time I saw white. I turned my head to the right and saw moonlight streaming through the gap in the slats in the blinds.
I raised my hand to my head. I could move. I felt relief wash over me. My hand touched my head it was dripping with sweat. I felt clammy and sick, but my breathing was slowing and becoming deeper. I could no longer hear my heart in my ears. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs and my senses with familiar scents.
It was only a dream…