KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
"Come in," Vanilla authorizes.

The door opens, and Cream The Rabbit, already well dressed, enters the room of her Mother, Vanilla The Punk Rabbit, who is lying on the bed.
After closing the door, Cream chatter teeth from the cold.

"Daughter, my door is always open," Vanilla reminds her, after turning on the lamp. "Why don't you invade my bed unannounced? I did that as a kid."
"It's just that I'm very polite," Cream explains. "After all, you taught me to always ask before entering."
"True," Vanilla confirms. "And I'm very happy for you, daughter. But maybe it's time for you to learn to have a lighter, looser spirit."
"Someone else punk, how did you become?"
"Like that. Horror mixed with beauty. Come, lie here with me." Vanilla pulls back the blanket.
"Only if it's very close, because it's freezing cold."
"Of course, that's what you came for, right?"

Cream walks meekly and climbs onto the bed of her Mother, who scoffs:
"Your rascal... An autumn night like this makes a nice excuse for you to use me as greenhouse."
"Ah, Mom... You need to buy warmer clothes for me."
"Do you really need? And how are you going to get closer to me?"
"Oh Vanilla, stop it." Cream smiles. "I love being close to you, cold or not."
"Then it's going to be pretty close today." Vanilla sits on the bed and unzips her brown coat, revealing her black shirt. "Come, get up here on my lap."
"OK." Cream pulls her Mother's shirt a little and kisses her belly. "SMAC!"
"Yes, of course… I always have to pay a toll," Vanilla quips.

Cream climbs onto her Mother's lap and complains:
"Oh my, how cold."
"Where exactly do you feel cold?"
"I feel a hell of a cold in my ears. And they're so big they don't even fit in my cap."
"Well, I solve this very easily. Just a minute."

Vanilla deposits Cream beside her on the bed.
Then the Matriarch removes the long and fluffy rainbow sock covering her left foot.
"What are you doing?"
"Keep your back to Mom," Vanilla solicit, right after removing her right sock.
Cream doesn't understand, but she obeys.

The Mother Punk whistles as she tucks a sock into each of her daughter's ears.
"Vanilla! This is ridiculous!"
"So we got to the point. Thank you daughter."
After the Big Rabbit completes the process, Cream shakes her head.
"Are you comfortable?" Vanilla asks.
"Yes."
"Very warm?"
"I think so. But now my ears are going to get stinky smell."
"And? Are you going to be disgusted by a Maternal stinky feet?"

Vanilla picks up Cream and puts her back on her lap.
Then she zips up her coat, leaving her daughter trapped inside.
"Aahh, how wonderful!" Cream sighs for a long time, already much warmer.
"Just a little," Vanilla warns. "Otherwise I'll fall asleep, roll over and suffocate you."
"Sure."

Inside the coat, Cream suddenly removes her gloves and puts her cold hands on belly of her Mother, which shivers:
"Uuhh... Remind me to buy you thicker gloves too."
Cream smiles mischievously.

Silence.

After 5 minutes, Cream comes out of her Mother's coat through the collar.
Inevitably, she grabs and steps on her Mother's face.
"Hey, Cream... Hmm... Could you... Hmm... come out the other side of my coat..."
"Time for you to feel my stinky socks."
Cream replaces her gloves and lies down on the bed next to her Mother. The pillow is big enough for two.
Vanilla covers her puppy with the blanket and turns off the lamp.

Cream comments:
"I guess I have no choice but to surrender to your madness."
"The crazier we are, the better," Vanilla opines. "As long as no one gets hurt, of course."
"Or suffocate to death."
The two laugh.

They kiss.

"Good night, daughter."
"Good night, Crazy Mom."

THE END!