Nostalgia

I walked into the best room in my home, my bedroom. I came upon my stuffy that I had since 2017, it sat peacefully on my neat bed. A warm sad smile of nostalgia my smile slowly fades away. I smell cold fresh air coming from my bedroom window, the curtains swaying with the wind. Outside my bedroom I hear my cats meowing driving me insane, my dog barking,the refrigerator making the most annoying sounds like it’s about to explode, my mom and brother laughing with joy. I taste warm fresh food that my mom cooked for us. We can’t forget the ketchup with the fries, caesar with the salad, cheese with the pasta, buns with the burger. There’s nothing else like home and I am so grateful to have a roof over my head.