The Dark Days an exert

Here's an exert from something I'm working on:-

The Dark Days

     Jack woke up to find himself in his box, no light penetrated any corner of the space. The darkness was encompassing you felt that it would almost absorb you. It would have been bleak and empty yet this darkness had presence; the kind of oppressive presence that you could feel pressing down on you and filled what little space there was left inside the box. Confined and contorted inside the cramped space Jack’s tiny frame felt its weight and ached. It had been so long since he’d last been let out, and for the first time Jack really knew what loneliness was.

It was not the first time Jack had woken up to find himself inside the box, it had happened many times before but he’d always been let out quickly. Sometimes he’d patiently wait for what had seemed like forever until they came but they always came. He would usually sleep until someone set him free, but it had never been this long, Jack felt lost and forgotten.

‘They’d come,’ Jack assured himself. ‘They always come.’

Jack held onto that thought as he lay there waiting, he let out a long deep sigh and tried to move. He couldn't help but think he'd been stuck like this for years. He’d developed a slight cramp in his left arm; well a slight cramp would be an understatement, the numbness that had killed off the pain was now wearing off which was uncomfortable to say the least and so Jack wiggled as best he could before closing his eyes once more and dreamt of times on the outside...