're sitting reading this, but sleep overcomes you, and wake up and you lift your head hit against the lid of the coffin, it's dark, just a little room to bend knees discover that fear is real and chest and hits you when you can breathe again scream and nobody answers, and afraid to stay there until they die of thirst, suffocation, pain, horror, but then you wake up, you recover, you leave behind nightmares, sleepless and continue reading, do not you look back you see the hand with a handkerchief, chloroform, sleep.
