buried

She opened her eyes.

Locked in a wooden chest, she wondered what

would happen next. And how had she ended up here ?

Her last memory? His smile, I guess...

although, there was still the touch and smell...

how had she met Him? How had he come into her life?

Yes... that was some time ago... the web, it all begins there...

this is where God established the beginning and the end.

He was different. He understood.

He remained silent and looked her straight in the eye as she spoke about her life in real life.

He was silent in the web too... and listened. He truly listened.

She felt safe and special with him.

A pleasant warmth enveloped her at the thought of their entwined bodies, of the passion he gave her...

It was stuffy in here, she thought.

So what was it like?

Candles, wine, passionate sex... wine... wine... sex...

she lost count... he must have slipped something into the wine... she felt so good.

Or maybe it was His presence...

he whispered, whispered constantly... it sounded almost like incantations, and she... felt

she belonged to Him.

And then she lost consciousness... and woke up here...

she nervously looked around.

Stuffy... terribly stuffy...

and she understood... she was at her own funeral.

She screamed something, but she felt she'd just taken a few seconds of her life...

Calm down, she thought, just calm down. This can't be true. This is just a dream.

I'll wake up soon, and everything will be back to normal.

Panic seeped into her thoughts, her breathing became rapid and shallow...

fear overcame logic...

she screamed. Her body thrashed as much as the narrow space of the coffin would allow.

And when she ran out of thoughts, He leaned over her...

she smiled... it was just a dream...

suddenly the world ceased to exist...

she was found a few days later, with her throat slit in a wooden box...