I am in blackness. It is not like sleep but like being inside a coffin, away from everyone, everything, closed in with no light anywhere.
Was this what it was like when I slumbered before? Do I slumber again?
No. I am certain there were no dreams in my three hundred years’ sleep. But were there visitors? Did the fairies check on me or did Malvolia herself? Did they see me?
In the still, black nothingness, I return to sleep.