The Orange Eats Creeps (1)

(Hibernation) It was an option so few were willing to ever conceive. No food no walking no thoughts of escape. None of it necessary. They were a few of the undead who had decided to stop moving and just sleep it out -- not to die for real, but try to live in the lands resting on the other side of their quiet minds. They'd forged their own key out of a visionary narcissism and magically it fit the lock; their lungs sopped up the air that languished and strained at tight dozing skin. So many other solutions had been attempted and yet they had failed. No one ever got it right. The dream was over, so they retreated from the highways and streets of their regions, rooted around in the scrap heap for shavings and supplies and fell into a deep winter sleep that has lasted these many, many months.

[Grace Krilanovich, The Orange Eats Creeps, 93]