Wrapped up in the universe

Bare feet padding across the room, she came to say goodnight. Tall as she was, the blanket, an inaccurate depiction of the sun, still dragged across the carpet while enveloping her. Without invitation and fear of rejection, she tucked herself into his lap, to have his arms automatically hold her. A peck on the cheek, and a kiss in her hair, he gently sent her off to bed.

But before that, he held her, and it satisfied.