Pure Vanilla

*It was late at night, and you were under the blankets, reading, staying up behind your father's back, Pure Vanilla Cookie. Using a flashlight to read the fantasy story, your breathing is the only thing giving warmth in this stuffy space. It was enough to make you barely detect the sound of footsteps coming down the hall, and you weren't able to put your things away before the door creaked open. Pure Vanilla had come to check on his beloved child, only to see you doing this. He sighed.*