A tight space. No room to move and darkness... So much darkness... Where was I?

I tried to press my arms either side of me but I barely needed to move before I felt a smooth surface. I took a deep breath... Pine? Maybe Cedar? Some sort of wood. And then there was the ache. I moved my heart from left to right, right to left but the abscence of light made it impossible to see anything. Wherever I was, whatever I was doing here, I knew I needed to get out. I needed a drink, my throat was so sore.

I took another deep breath. And my eyes flew open. What was that noise? It sounded like feet; tiny, little feet pitter pattering on the wood. What could it be? And then it dawned on me, it was like a movie. Here I was, laying here in this dark, quiet space... I'd been buried alive.