Alive

A dream. I can't give it away....

The clock reads 12:49,

The blinds rattle,

The walls crack and collapse,

I drift,

sleep.

Empty.

But for a match, empty.

I light it, a mistake.

Wood, all around.

I push to the sides,

nothing.

I push the ceiling,

dirt slips through the crack,

buried.

An unheard scream.

Claustrophobia.

Asphyxiation.