บท 29: CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: HERE I AM

HERE I AM

The smell of moist mud soil fills my nose and I was wondering where I was. The cooped-up smell of wet grass and the dampness slowly tries to suffocate me. "Where am I? Why is it so dark and stuffy?" As I struggle with my thoughts, I find myself burrowing a way out. "Is this death?" I hit against what was in front of me so hard till I let myself out with sudden jerking falling the lid of which covered me to the ground. The loud bang it made gave me shivers. "Where is this?"

The atmosphere is dim and cold. The moist thick breeze struggle for space with me too in this little lit room. I feel I am on something hard. My buttocks ache from sitting in here. My back makes a cry and I stretch my arm to press it down. To give it a massage. "Like seriously who is here?" As I wanted to get out of whatever I was in, the strong mahogany limits my movements then it comes and dawns on me that I am in a box. As it is the size of me.