R.V. Roush
He wasn�t aware that time had passed since the accident, if there had really been an accident, though his thoughts seemed to speed beyond the bounds of time. He had a dolorous compulsion to move, to scream the pain of reliving the moment in the nightmare, which seemed so vivid to him, though three days had passed.
As the memory came back to him, in a few slow seconds, he opened his gluey eyelids, felt restraint on his upper lip until the lip detached from his gums, moved both arms from his full stomach�moving the shattered right arm easily�and again tried to protect himself. Both elbows again thumped painlessly against a barrier as his screams filled the coffin.
� 2004 R.V. Roush