Time passes, and so too does the sounds of fire.
A soft breeze ruffles your hair and brushes your cheek. And as you lie there waiting, the wind gradually begins to pick up speed against your face, until it is moving so fast that you can hear a low moaning.
But then to your horror, your nose is suddenly filled with the smell of burnt wood and you open your mouth to breath in fresh air. Unfortunately, you only breath in the taste of hot ashes, and thanks to the strong wind, you suffocate.
You are dead.