When the priest had come to the mausoleum to wake Juliet he had not expected to see what lay before his eyes. The two lovers lay side by side in an unending sleep, together in death as they could never be in life.
It was the same for this couple. Starcrossed lovers fighting fate and succeeding only in the realm of sleep. If we were to look upon this scene we would have to note with some degree of sadness that morning must come and they both must wake once again.
The wonderful thing about sleep is it comes round again and again for all eternity. Whether they will find their paths is one thing, but whether they lead to the same destination is another.
For now they will sleep, still as death, but with all the warmth of life which courses through their veins. Tomorrow will come, the sun will rise, and change will be inevitable. For now however they must sleep and dream away their fears, waking only when they are safe from shadows which pursue all who have fallen or strayed from their path.
This is life. This is death. This is the unknown.