Audio version of a short story knocks me back

Just received an audio file of a recently accepted short story. I don't usually like hearing my own voice, even in interviews, but hearing someone else read my work is a decidedly different experience and a surreal feeling, to say the least. Firstly, I am filled with gratitude. But I am almost afraid of listening it through to completion as it sounds so polished and enunciated and professional that it sounds like the words are from another dimension, another writer. Wait! Is this impostor syndrome sneaking through the back door?

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