Rain of Dirt

I smiled as I sat down on the grassy field. The grass blades bent around me in the wind, engaged in a jubilant dance with the breeze. I leaned back and laid my head on a soft bed of moss, watching as the clouds passed by above.
For a moment, the world faded, as my mind slowly began to wake. But the dream held on, and happily I slipped back into the peaceful world.
I had just spotted a funny looking cloud when a rain drop fell upon my cheek. I jerked my head, furrowing my brows. I tried to find that cloud again.
Another drop fell upon my eyelid, then another, then another. Frustrated, I searched the sky for the source of the rain, just as a raindrop fell directly toward my eye.
Except it wasn't rain.
The small drop of dark, earthen mud landed heavily upon my cheek as my eyes flew open.
I shook my head, seeing the comforting darkness around me. A strange dream, rain turning to dirt. I began to stretch, then froze.
Except that I didn't freeze.
It is not possible to freeze when you can't move.
My breath became ratcheted as I first tried to move my hands, then my legs. Straining, I jerked my body upward, the only direction I could move. I cried out in pain as my head smashed into wood.
I stopped moving, stopped breathing, stopped thinking. For I could finally see.
All around me, the walls of dark oak pressed in. The wood enveloped me, casing me inside an inescapable cocoon of dank wood. One small sliver of light shone down onto me, a crack in the oaken wood.
I was in a coffin.
I started to scream, the yell bursting from my throat when that earthen rain fell on me once more. It filled my mouth with its rotten powder, and my scream turned into a choke as I retched. I spat the dirt out, whimpering as I saw a worm crawl away.
I cried out again, straining my voice to be heard over the muffled thump that reverberated around the coffin, synchronized with the rain of dirt.
The thumps stopped, as I cried with relief. I heard the sound as two feet landed next to this dark box I was in.
Thank God, thank God. Someone had heard me. I shudder, a mixture of "Help me" and "Thank you, thank you," escaping my raw throat.
The coffin lid creaked open, and I shut my eyes against the sun as my savior reached down.
I smiled, as I whimpered my thanks.
That was the last thing I said before a rag was shoved into my mouth, and the coffin lid closed. The darkness returned again, suffocating me with its presence. The darkness was all I had left, along with the sound of the shovelful's of dirt and my muffled screams.
Slowly, slowly, the small rain of dirt fell down through the crack above me. It rested atop the rag at first, but as more and more fell, it slowly sifted through the cloth and down into my throat.
My muffled screams became quieter and quieter as the dirt slowly slid down my throat.
Eventually, no screams came from my empty body, and all that was left was the darkness. A cold, haunted darkness only found six feet beneath the ground.