My Home

When I walk into my home I see my fluffy dog coming to greet me. My home smells sweet from the ceiling to the floor it’s smelt like that from when I first opened the door. I hear my dishwasher groaning and moaning while I try to place my head on my pillow. I taste my mom’s homemade muffins. Chocolate chips filling my mouth the warmth makes me feel at home. From the bed to the couch everything is soft, and everyone is kind but Ouch! Get poked by a cactus and it’s not soft! My home is a place where everyone is welcome, my house is warm and Ifeel nice since everyone is welcome people, pets and even mice! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed my poem.