Claustrophobic Darkness

The hole he found himself in was deep, dark, and claustrophobic. He could not pierce the blackness of the darkness; it was blacker than the blackness of a darkened room enshrouded with thick black curtains at night with his eyes closed and the lights off.

The claustrophobia felt like a great weight pressing upon his chest in a deep sleep. A sleep so deep that it exhausted and weakened him as he struggled to barely take the shallowest of breaths against a force which threatened to collapse his lungs. The painful effort panicked him.

Losing a family member really sucked.