One day I woke up slowly, eyes still closed, feeling strangely tired. Then a sudden terror hit me. I tried to think, to remember...
And then I felt that I was waking up not from sleep, but from a Cataleptic fit. And cold fear filled me at once, fear that never leaves me, day or night.
For some minutes I lay still, but at last I opened my eyes. It was dark, all dark, the darkness of a night that would never end. I felt that I lay on hard wood, and when I moved my arms, they hit wood on both sides of me, and above my face.
I was laying in a coffin.
Then hope came.
I pushed to open the top of my special coffin; it would not move. I tried to find the bell rope; it was not there. and now hope left me. this was hard wooden coffin, not my soft, comfortable one. and there was a smell of wetness, a smell of cold damp ground! I was not in my vault...
'Oh, dear god!' I thought. 'I have had cataleptic fit, and I'm away from home and with people who don't know me. they think that I'm dead, and they have buried me like a gid, in a cheap wooden coffin. deep in a grave with no name on it! No, no!'
I screamed a terrible screams.
'Hello? a man's voice answered.
'what's the matter?' said a second man's voice.
'what's going on?' said a third man's voice. 'why are you screaming like that?'
Then the men began to shake me. they did not wake me, because I was already awake, but the shaking helped me, and at once I remembered everything.