Wake Up and Smell The Coffin
Genesis 1: 2 “Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters”…
And it was this darkness that greeted my eyes as I slowly began to stir myself back to some semblance of consciousness. However, stir may be the wrong word to describe my return as I felt very little freedom of movement in practically any direction and by any member of my known body. Well, known or unknown, this body wasn’t going anywhere. In fact, it may not be going anywhere for a very long time which in this case would be forever!
What in the world? Where was I? No, it couldn’t be?
As the evening passed started coming back to me, I could feel my pulse quicken, beads of perspiration broke out not only on my 
forehead, how could one tell anyway, but soon what felt like streams of panic-stricken sweat enveloped my entire body.
Nooooo, this can’t be happening to me. Nooo!
What was it that Jason had said to me? “Be careful what you ask for my friend, for you just might get it.” Then they all laughed.
What was I had asked for? What was he talking about? All I said was for once I would like a little peace and quiet and if these guys would just leave me alone. Why did they do this to me?
Somebody get me out of here!
Ok, slow down now and think. Have to think. The “why” of me being down here in this coffin will have to wait. What’s really important, yeah go Sherlock, is how to get out of here? How to do I “extricate” myself from this somewhat inhibiting situation. Glad someone has a sense of humor Riley. Yeah yeah.
Roses are red, violets are blue, your vision is dead, and soon will be you.
Stop it already! You are not helping yourself. Ok, you’re right. I mean, I’m right. Whatever!
First thing I’ll do is to try and move my arms, see if I can get my hands up to the lid of the coffin.
Wait – what was that? Muffled voices. , ka-chunk, sproosh. Ka-chunk, sproosh. What’s that sound? It’s hitting the top of the, of the coffin. It sounds like, like someone’s dropping, no shoveling – dirt on top of the coffin! The coffin I’m in! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it please…
And so it went on for a while, a good while, half an hour at least. Ka-chunk, sproosh…
Until? Well until it didn’t matter anymore for Jason finished what he set out to do and Riley, well Riley got what asked for, didn’t he?
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