Waking Up

Peter felt groggy when he cracked open his eyes. All he could see was pure darkness, and when he tried to sit up his forehead bumped up against something wooden. Dazed, he ran his fingers over the cool surface. He needed to get out. Peter pushed against the wood with his hands and knees; the wood began to crack under his strain. Finally it gave way and dirt began to pour in. Peter could sense he was close and started clawing his way up.

( He burst out of the ground, coughing out bits of dirt )