Sometimes it feels like I'm talking to a puddle because you're just that shallow

sleep is a much needed thing, and yet i can't seem to be able to fall into that so desired state of unconciousness. so here i lay, staring blankly at the glaring bright screen of my laptop and listen to the clicking and tapping of my fingers as they dance across the keys, forming words that my mind speaks. how i so wish that i could just close this beloved laptop and get some much needed sleep. sedatives have never sounded so inviting, and yet i can't seem to get myself up in order to find that much sought after bottle of nyquil, that will not only put me to sleep, but also relieve me of this soon to be cold.