Somnolence

Eloquence is beyond me, I struggle to string words together. Let alone construct sentences or hold conversations. Sometimes, my eyelashes become so heavy I can barely keep my eyes open. Phantasmagorical torments and I bite my precious little tongue. Hush baby doll. Be a good little girl and eat your medicine. Keep your poisonous little thoughts to yourself and stop tormenting the other children. Anomalous little child. Lamentable of course, but inadequate none the less.