Being awake at an unjust hour, I used the reverse madlibs generator to create this plea for sleep:

The night lies like a Corno upon my brow.
Let the dracunculus medinensis of night creep gently to me.
I long for the streamy sleep that must come.
nontangibleness, servant of dreams, let my rest come soon.
Give me, in your kind sway, the retrobulbar dreams that I so long for.
Torment me not with brazas.
Nor set your beasts of mutual savings bank upon me.
I promise plasma membrane for you, should you grant my wish.
I welcome your uncombatable gift.
With genicular vein I wait the coming dawn.