My Home

I see Alex making a huge battle with his toys after getting so frustrated at Fortnite that he leaves his friends without saying anything, he just shuts down his Nintendo Switch and stomps off. I feel myself sitting on the super cozy and soft couch with me on my tablet reading Diary of a WImpy kid on Kindle and not wanting to stop because I am so interested in my book. I smell my mom making the best homemade cookies in the world with Alex helping and not wanting chocolate chips on his. I taste My mom’s amazing homemade pizza and watching Malcolm in the Middle or Youtube with my family around me. I hear Alex screaming at his friends to revive him or just getting mad at the game by someone who is “hacking” but really he’s just making excuses. My feelings are happy, safe, and usually excited.