Phobia

I awaken.
Dark still.
Why?
Blind?
Sewn shut?
I reach out.
Nothing.
Trapped.
Lost.
Where is here?
How?
Panic.
Fear.
Again...
I reach out.
Silk?
Maybe satin?
Oh my.
Wooden beams.
Panic.
Fear.
Motionless.
Breathless.
Claustrophobic.
Last thought.
I am going to die.
Here....buried alive.