Nah

You can try with all your might, try coming in and out of synthetic dreams, but if you're not sleepy then you just can't sleep.
An afternoon just about climaxing into combustive moans of igniting warmth, dust bitten life stirring only slightly in confirmed siesta, pronounced blahs of empty noon that propel each animation into a stupor, bulldozing within high walls of cooling draught.
A proposal to prostrate and jade..