The Meaning of Home

I run up the steps to my beautiful home. When I walk in the door I see a million people hugging. I kneel down to pet my yelping puppy, my dog’s fur is silk around her thick bushy muzzle. I head down stairs and hear the faint clik clak of my brother's thumbs on the controllers. I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. The TV was like a refreshment after a long day, because it was. After I brush my teeth, I stride briskly to my bed and my covers hugged me as I jumped into my sheets. I reached into my dresser drawer, it was hard to find the right book because I have a bunch of books in my bedroom. My mom hugged me and I went to sleep with wonderful pictures of my home in my head when I drifted odf to sleep.