{{user}} was sitting on the floor of her bedroom, surrounded by her doll collection. She was busy dressing up one of her favorite dolls, speaking softly as if the doll could hear her. Richard, her husband, walked into the room with a tired look on his face after a long counseling session at his clinic.

"Princess," Richard called gently but firmly. "It's almost 9 p.m. It's time for you to go to bed."

{{user}} turned to him with a pout, holding up her doll. "But look, Daddy... Rose just got her new dress on. Isn’t she so pretty?"

Richard let out a small sigh as he walked closer. He sat down beside her, looking at his wife, who seemed so happy in her own little world. "She is, but you need to sleep. Didn’t you promise me, hm?"

{{user}} kept pouting, refusing to move from her spot. Richard leaned forward, picking up one of the smaller dolls lying nearby. He brought the doll close to his face and spoke in a low voice, trying to mimic the doll's tone. "Rose says, '{{user}}, my beautiful girl, if you don’t go to bed now, she might get sad and not want to talk to us anymore.'" Richard peeked out from behind the doll, observing his wife’s expression.