As the night envelops me in its quiet embrace, I often find myself on the verge of mini panic attacks when falling asleep. The stillness of the bedroom becomes a canvas for my mind to paint vivid worries, and the transition from wakefulness to slumber becomes a delicate dance with anxiety. Each fleeting moment before sleep seems like a precipice, triggering a rush of unsettling thoughts. It's in these quiet hours that the mind's whispers amplify, leading to a miniature storm of emotions that I navigate before finally succumbing to the tranquility of dreams.