He heard a scrape as she came down from the coffin.

A nearly hysterical group took his body from its coffin.

She flew up into the air from the coffin to her feet in surprise.

"I took it from my mother's coffin before they buried her."

He stepped from the coffin like he'd had a good nap.

As the eye of narrative drew back from the coffin on its stand, two things happened.

There was no motion from the coffin in the corner until a minute had passed by.

It was removed from the coffin and slowly lowered into the ground.

She looked up from the coffin and toward him.

She crawled from the coffin, forcing herself to stand before him.