What Home Means to Me

My extravagant house is more than a luxurious house. It is more than a wonderful mansion. It is my magnificent happiness. It has been my favourite home for 5 years now. The moment I ring the doorbell, the familiar family member rushes to greet me. The glorious scent of cakes make me want to be like a bear and gobble down that scrumptious cake like how a bear would finish a school of fish in less than 5 seconds. I rush upstairs to the breathtaking room of mine with the most enchanting closet filled with my stunning dresses, delightful shirts, and even elegant pants. I change into my exquisite, fluffy sleeping gown and the most amazing, fluffy sleeping pants to match the dress. I dash downstairs and jump onto the brilliant couch that is next to the scorching fireplace. I cuddle up with my splendid snuggly blanket and my astounding stuffed animal I got from the giant claw machine with Sisi. I sit on my pleasant couch and think about what I would do without my home. I think about my wonderful superb home and think about the meaning of my home, my happiness. It is more than happy happiness more than lovely love. It's my one and only ravishing home.