Your eyes again… Based on the TV show Bones, no need to have ever watched that show though.
I ran my hand against the metal once more.
Solid, so very solid.
I tore away a little more of the fabric. Some soft cotton fell against my cheek.
I moved my hand up into the fluffy padding of coffin’s interior wall. I felt along the edges, the sides.
I came to know every inch of it that I could reach.
I slammed my hands against the metal.
Again.
Again.
Again.
I hadn’t suffocated yet.
How long had I been in here?
I hadn’t suffocated yet… There had to be some sort of opening to the outside.
I rolled over and clawed at the padding beneath me.
I came to metal once more.
I felt, reached, strained, waited, yelled, waited, reached, yelled.
Cried into the remnants of the little pillow.
I shred the pillow into pieces.
I pulled every inch of padding apart.
I felt along every inch of the coffin for even the slightest hint of a breeze.
I hadn’t suffocated yet.
But the air was becoming stuffy.
How long had I been in here?
Days?
Hours?
Days?
Minutes?
Days…
I yelled again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
I felt tired.
I closed my eyes.
Her image came to me in a flash. Her smile. Her pout.
Her eyes.
“I’ll never look into your eyes again.” I said softly.
“I love you Bones. I love you, I love you, Iloveyou, ILOVEYOU!”
I screamed and beat upon the side of the coffin until my hands and arms were bloody.
She would find me someday.
She would know.
I had fought, and fought to look into her eyes one last time.
…The air was tight. It felt thick. I close my eyes.
“I love you Temperance.”
