Wriggle

It was dark and confined and time was becoming more than a pressing issue.

There was very little room to move, inches on all sides, though it might be possible.

The box was old wood and weathered but he shook and shimmied the weak spots were exposed.

There were two questions, really. Was there enough time to break down a weak spot in the box by shaking? And even if a side did come loose, would he be able to climb through the six feet of dirt above him or would it all come crushing down and suffocate him?