Sand Rooms

2. Room #2

Avery closed her eyes and finally succumbed to the darkness. 

When she opened her eyes, the darkroom surprised her. It was small. Barely big enough for her. She was confused. Everything seemed so real. She touched the wall; it was like fine sandpaper and dark blue. 

Avery lightly kicked the wall and yelped when she felt the pain travel up her leg. Noticing that the walls had small cracks, Avery decided to peek through. There was nothing but darkness visible through the cracks. 

Even though she has no idea how she got here, she'll be damned if she can't escape. So, after taking a breath of the slightly dusty air, she begins to claw at the cracks. They won't budge. She scans the room before deciding that there are no tools available. 

After a while of frenzied clawing, a small chunk of sandstone falls out, making the medium crack bigger. Avery was about to celebrate when she noticed the weird amount of sand rushing in from the new hole. 

The steady hiss of sand continued for longer than Avery hoped. 

Soon it became clear that the sand wouldn't stop anytime soon. Minutes after, Avery found herself ankle-deep in the sand. She couldn't escape. The sand just kept trickling in. 

That was when another crack appeared, coughing up its fair share of sand. She couldn't do anything but watch as the sand filled up the tiny room faster. Avery had tried clawing a bigger hole to escape from, but the bigger the hole the more sand would fill the room. 

Hours passed, panic ebbed and flowed whenever she noticed that the sand still fell. At some point, she had accepted her fate. 

As the sand pilled up it became harder for her to breathe. Then, the sand finally stopped when it reached her neck. It was miserable, she was grateful that she wasn't fully buried, but she couldn't move. Every breath took effort, and her arms were too low to unbury. 

She was stuck there for as long as she remained asleep.