Unable to find any sign of Amon, Alice thought for a moment, then took out the Monocle Amon had given her and put it on. Then she transformed her clothes into the outfit from that painting.
Now she was Amon!
Lying in the coffin in Amon's Mausoleum, with a Monocle on her face—who would dare say she wasn't?
Alice sat back down in the coffin without a shred of guilt and smoothly lay down. Then she felt that something was wrong and sat back up.
The coffin hadn't been closed yet!
In a flash of inspiration, Alice realized she was asking entirely the wrong question. She got up, hugged the coffin lid, and began studying how to close it while lying down.
By the time Alice had painstakingly completed the task and successfully shut herself inside the coffin, she finally realized what exactly was wrong.
...Why had she actually climbed in?
Alice stared at the coffin lid above her for roughly ten seconds, then decided that sleeping in a coffin was actually a Good Idea.
Vampires were so smart. How had they come up with this... Oh wait, hadn't Mr. "The Moon" said they didn't sleep like this...
After repenting to the invisible Mr. "The Moon" for a few seconds, Alice Closed Her Eyes and began to sleep.
The spacious coffin did not make Alice feel cramped at all. She could even roll around as much as she wanted without reliving the miserable feeling of being unable to turn over.
The coffin lid fit tightly, blocking out the light rays and sounds of the Outside World. The only sound in the stillness was Alice's own breathing.
It would be better if the coffin were sturdier—preferably the kind that wouldn't break even during the Apocalypse. Then I could sleep inside it,