I regained consciousness and gasped, but no air came in. My lungs weren't working. I gasped for air again. Where was I? In a box? I pushed out and hit wood. I tried to break through. I kicked and punched at the walls. I felt myself about to pass out again and panicked, throwing myself against the wood.
The wooden box opened and I saw a man's face. My father's. He looked at me in horror, like he was seeing a ghost. I choked a little, trying to breathe, and someone else pulled my father away from the box and started lifting me out . . .
Before I passed out again I looked down and saw a coffin.