Home Sweet Senses

Home. A place where you feel loved. A place where you're accepted for who you are. A place where you can cuddle up underneath your covers at night, knowing that you are safe. If home were a sound, it would be the sound of the birds chirping happily on a spring morning. It would be the sound of kernels popping as I snuggle up next to my family on the couch during movie night. It would be the fire crackling happily, as I sit on the couch in the imaginary world of my favourite book. If home were a sight, it would be my family, gathered around the dinner table as we joyfully share stories from our busy days, as we feast on the mouthwatering, homemade dinner. A sight more mesmerising than the milky way. If home were a smell, it would be fresh homemade cookies straight out of the oven. It would be the smell of a vanilla rose scented candle, as it silently takes on new forms. It would be the smell of the delicate christmas tree, covered in ornaments that fill me with memories from years ago. If home were a taste it would be the taste of early morning pancakes, filled with warm chocolate chips as they melt against my tongue. It would be the taste of the cool breeze, quickly pushed away by the warm fire as we roast marshmallows. If home were a touch, it would be the feeling of my hand gently stroking my puppy’s soft, warm fur, as he sleeps deeply like a bear in hibernation curled up in my lap. The feeling of opening up my closet draws, getting ready for a new day, filled with new adventures, new laughs, new memories to be made.