In My Dreams

When I dream, I dream of home. My home is a place where I can be myself and where my only limit is my imagination. I dream of my books, where I can transport to another land, like taking a train to a school of magic. I dream of my dog with her warm snuggles and wet kisses, she feels like home. I dream of me and my brother making tasty pizzas with the smell of melted cheese filling the air. I dream of my blanket as it hugs me to sleep and my clock sings a lullaby. When I dream, I dream of home. My home is where I'm free yet safe, a place where I'm happy.