The Meaning of Home

Home, a roof over my head, a place to sleep. Love and happiness is found. As I walk into my home on a freezing winter day a warm gust of air hits the surface of my body. I smile. I'm so lucky to have a home. I walk up the stairs to my room. I open the door. I smell the Delicious sent of vanilla dispensing from my room. I sit down at the desk in the corner of my room and begin to open the drawers to my pencil's markers and paper. As I begin to draw, I think of how many trees gave up their life just for these pieces of paper. I draw my home, my favorite place. A place of peace, a place where I feel safe, a place of love and happiness. I play calming instrumental music and I feel happy. The volume is perfect. Right now in this moment it's perfect. It's time to sleep. As I get in my cozy bed the warmth hits me and it feels amazing. I rest. I fall asleep. I have an amazing sleep and when I wake up the sun is peeking from outside of my house. The warmth of the gold blanket awakes me. I walk downstairs to my family, they’re waiting down there for me I'm so lucky to have so many people who care and love for me. As I give my family a big hug I feel my excited puppy jump and jump until I get the time to say hello to him. I love him. I move my hand as it strokes through his hair. I sit down as a yummy dish of food is prepared for me and I think of how fortunate I am to sit and have the best food put down just for me. I'm so happy I get to have a home, and these are some reasons I'm so lucky to have a home.