When I Think Of Home

When I think of home I think of its field of love and like a shield over my head everywhere I walk, and everywhere I sit . Home feels GREAT and home feels really safe and happy. Home feels like my parents bed but sometimes in my home I feel sad and sometimes I feel great and fun and when I am in my home. My favorite things are dancing, sleeping, singing, hugging , watching movies, eating , and cuddling with my cat. But sometimes I don't want to cuddle with my cat. I call my friends and sometimes you cry in your home, but in my home I like some space and sometimes I like a lot of space or sometimes you don't want space you just want to cuddle with someone. And home feels wonderful and smells like flowers but sometimes you can feel scared and sometimes I feel sad, happy, scared. A little scared, a little happy but for me most of the time I feel really happy. And in my home I like to be warm and sometimes cold and I like to be warm but when it's too warm I want to be cold and when it's cold I like big fuzzy blanket. But when its cold I also like no blanket. Sometimes I like both. And home is all I want for ever.