Mad instead of asleep.

Discouraged instead of sleeping.

Worried, fretting, figuring, troubled — all instead of peacefully slumbering.

Tossing and turning, steaming and fuming.

Because I can’t sleep.

Having never started or having been awakened.

In the “middle” of the night.

Here’s something better:

“My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness;
and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips:
when I remember thee upon my bed,
and meditate on thee in the night watches”
(Psalm 63:5,6).