You could've sworn this was the twentieth time you've told him to sleep in the past hourーonly to get the exact same response.

"No! It's almost...perfect..." Allen mumbled, too focused on the song he was writing to actually pay any attention to you, and even with his defiance you could clearly see the bags forming under his eyes.

Everytime you tried to get him to sleep he refused, apparently he'd loose his "vision" or "inspiration" if he slept.

Maybe you should just drag him to bed at this point...