The Awakening

Maxwell woke up and opened his eyes and the surroundings were dark. It was as dark as coal and smelt of a mixture of paint and new clothes.

That is something he had experienced before; being aware that he is dreaming. With time, he had mastered the art of controlling his activities in the dream. Today, he just realized he had developed the new power of being able to smell things.

While dreaming, he thought of last night's party. It was wild and fun. He remembered getting drunk. Then entering his car and driving off. Thud! Someone knocked on his door. He flinched and made to turn around but found out he could not. Almost at the same time, he notices he is choking. Breathing is becoming harder.

He was fully awake and with growing horror realized he is in a sort of enclosed space. He shouted, "Please help me!" Thud! The strange knock sounded again. Now he is paralyzed with fear as he realized those were not knocks but sand landing on top of the coffin where he was. His shouts for help were drowned out as the three tired gravediggers continued shoveling sand into the grave.