This is my post for A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words #pic1000
what I see
I see a mummy laying on his/her side, tattered and torn holding its shoulder
what I feel
I feel like the person died in pain, I am not sure why I feel this way, maybe because back then when they mummified people, they most likely all died in pain.
my story
I am not dead, why am I wrapped like this, I am not dead. This kept going through my mind. I remember going to sleep, the night was peaceful. Is it still night? It is dark, wait, WAIT, WHAT IS GOING ON? I am in a box or something like a box.
The reality set in, they buried me, but I am alive. My shoulder hurts, why does it hurt? I can't think, how am I going to get out of this?
How long have I been in here? I can feel mud and rips in the cloth that I was wrapped with. Maybe I can tear more off and make a pillow for my head, holding my head like this is really creating a cramp in my neck.
I hear something it is scratching noises, no banging, it is a shovel, someone was digging me up. Hey, I am alive, I screamed. There was silence, why did they stop? WHY? Please help me, help me please. Still nothing.
After several agonizing minutes, the shoveling began again, this time it was faster. But when I felt them lift my coffin out and set it on the ground, they were in no hurry to open it.
I was begging them to open it and let me out, BEGGING PLEASE HELP ME. I could hear voices but did not know what they were saying. I am being moved, still in the box. I can not make out the sounds, something that I have never heard.
We stopped, now I am being carried, I hear doors opening and closing. Are they going you get me out? They say nothing to me. I am beginning to think that this is all a dream, ouch, nope it is not a dream, my shoulder still hurts, I do not think you can feel pain in a dream.
A new noise, yes they are taking the lid off, through the bandage, I see a glimmer of light. I keep asking questions but they still do not speak to me.
Someone touched me, I am still wrapped, he asked what year it was, what a weird question, I thought. It is 1234, I said. I heard a gasp from all of them, I wondered how many there were. The one who did the talking told me that it was now 2022 and they do not think that they can remove the bandages.