Sleeping

Ice slept, all curled up, his head tucked under his ice-cold scales. His mind was settled, and his eyes were closed shut. The room was freezing, and his heavy breathing made it colder. Ice fell from the walls as the dragons snores gently shook the cave. The mirror-like ice walls glistened in the room. Ice moved his tail to become more comfortable, but it hit the wall and an icicle landed on the ground. The loud, unexpected clang woke Ice up instantly. He stared around the room, seeing how he looked in the ice. He stared at how he shined with the cave, how he blended in with everything else. He was so simple...so plain inside this cave. He got up, moving his body from side to side, bumping into the walls. Each step he took shook them around.