My Meaning of Home

At my home, I see my dog donut digging down drastically. I go back to my bed that is warmer than a fireplace and soft as a squishy marshmallow. I wake up to the smell of delicious, glorious cookies speaking to me. I hear the rain “plop” “plop””plop” on my window. I feel at home comfy and relieved, I go back to my room and jump on my bed then sleep for eternity.