Sleep

Here I lay in my hardened bed.
Covered, blanket upon blanket.
My eyes are closed; I see not a thing.
It's a warm summer night
-I think-
Yet my body is cold like it's been covered in ice.
I, like my neighbors, lie still; not a single movement.
Emotionless, I pay no heed
To the stone holding firmly above my head.
Five years... Ten years... One hundred years...
I wake not from my slumber.
A thousand years pass,
But I remain in sleep.
Will it be this way for all eternity?
Yes, I believe it will.