Finding a Treasure

"Can't be time to get up yet," I thought, and I turned over on my soft
bed. It was too dark, and I was dozing off again when a loud snorting
gasp made me start and throw off the clothes that lay so heavy on me.

Then I stopped short, trembling and puzzled. Where was I? It was very
dark. That was not clothes, but something that slipped and trickled
through my fingers as I grasped at it. My legs felt heavy and numbed,
and this darkness was so strange that I couldn't make it out.

Was I asleep still? I must have been to sleep--heavily asleep, but I
was awake now, and--what did it mean?

A curious feeling of horror was upon me, and I lay perfectly still. I
could not stir for some minutes, and then it all came like a flash, and
I knew that I must have lain listening for some time to Shock breathing
heavily, and then insensibly have fallen asleep, and for how long?

That I could not of course tell, but so long that the sand had gone on
trickling in till it had nearly covered me, as I lay nearest to the
opening. It had been right over my chest, and sloped up and away from,
me, so that my legs were deeply buried, and it required quite a struggle
to get them free, while to my horror as I dragged them out from beneath
the heavy weight more sand came down, and one hard lump rolled down and
up against me sufficiently hard to give me pain.