"G is for George smothered under a rug"
Now here is a moment, a young curious mind of a lad, just filling his time with adventure. For how young he must be, a simple rug could be the ocean to him. Wanting to swim in it, find all the creatures that live under the sea.
Though there is still that one last thing, before even thinking of diving into the deep. A hearty breath to hold, knowing the area around oneself, and knowing an exit is near. George did see his exit, at the end of the sea rug bay, there was a door to most, but a cave to him. After all that is said and done with, one only needs to dive under.
As most would know of water pressure, when going lower into the blue dip, the weight of the water catches up, crushing the matter there, so it can fit within the living space left, through the tight pressure level. Fantasy is over now, facts are here, the large mass of this rug, has got quite the weight to it. Adding in mind of what kind of fiber used to make it, George is likely to end up winded at first, slowly his moments to get to the other side, having little choice to turn his head there is no air way under that thickness of fabric.
His height and weight would go against him, in trying to survive, until the weight of the rug got to him, pushing his ribcage close to the cold wooden floor. He would frail around for a little longer after that, while his body went into shock of no oxygen flow.
Guessing close to his age, George would have less than just a few minutes, at best, before he gave his last breath, long later for someone saw a large bump under the rug, finding him, too late.