[ You're lying flat on your back, eyes shut and arms outstretched to each side. You're not sleeping, though - Tolkis made you promise not to until later. He never specified 'later,' but you're sure he'll tell you eventually.
But in the meantime, you really are tired. You yawn and roll from side to side, trying to stay awake. It isn't going well; you'll probably drift off if there's no one to stop you. ]