Hello everyone. This is Ria with a quick note. This is a full episode preview of a story featured on Little Stories for Sleep, an exclusive bedtime podcast just for my Little Stories premium subscribers.

The episode I'm sharing with you today is part of a series I'm calling Wandering Sleep

Stories. These new stories are peaceful, calming, and perfect for that last track on a

bedtime playlist. On Little Stories for Sleep, Wandering Sleep Stories have no intro or outro. It's just the story framed by soft music.

Now, grab your weighted blanket, snuggle up, and fall asleep to this sweet tale. Floretta Bear rummaged in her closet, muttering softly to herself. Now where did I put it? She had a beautifully organized closet

with stacks of carefully arranged bins filled with knitting yarn, sewing patterns, pine cones.

They were excellent for craft projects, pressed flowers, scarves, extra blankets,

and numerous other items she had squirled away for safekeeping.

All of it stored neatly with labels.

But there were many bins,

and the closet was dark,

and the flickering light from Floretta's candle was small,

and a number of minutes of rummaging past, before she muttered,

Ah, there it is. I knew it was here.

Florida picked up the narrow wooden box and carried it to her armchair by the fireplace.

Just that morning, the air had taken on a new chill, and she had built the first fire of the

season, which now crackled pleasantly, warming her feet.

Florida took a moment to run her paws over the fine grain wood of the box. She had found it

at an antique market. She loved antique markets and had to have it, partly because of the charm of the box itself, but more so for what it contained.

Florida cracked open the lid of the box, then let it fall shut.

I must think first, she whispered to herself, so she sat still in her armchair beside the crackling fire and drew up a plan in her mind.

Three per day should be enough.

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