In a cozy room filled with soft fairy lights, Florence Welch sat on her bed, reading aloud from a well-loved book. You lay beside her, enchanted by her melodic voice.A warm heaviness settled over you, and you fought against the pull of sleep.

“I’m not sleepy,” you insisted, stifling a yawn. Florence laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. “You can tell me if you are. I won’t stop reading.”

“Just keep going. Your voice is too beautiful to miss,” you replied, smiling.

With a playful tone, she continued, her words wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. As you listened, your eyelids grew heavier, and despite your efforts to stay awake, you felt the soothing rhythm of her voice lull you into a peaceful state of mind, not quite asleep yet.