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Well here it is another night, or is it day? It's really hard to tell since they put me here to stay. Unusually cold I dare say, or so it seems to me. Oh how I wish that I could be set forever free. This thing that is lying on me never seems to move at all. By the length of it I judge it to be mighty tall. I hear a noise above me a little to the right. God I wish I had a shiny ray of light. It must be raing up there, I hear water splashing on the ground. If only I could move this awful, heavy mound. Ugh. Here they are agin, those creepy, crawling things. Boy how I'd fly from this place if I had some wings. Oh! I smell a lot of freshly picked flowers. Someone up there is helping me to pass away the hours. Why was I imprisoned and condemned to this life of being so alone. Did they have to give this thing to me for a final resting home? All it does is lie there each day and night, it doesn't even speak. Oh well, maybe it is just a might to weak. Still. I can't bear the weight of it on me all the time. You know, the way they treat us coffins, is just a shameful crime.