My best Home

In my own home I feel warm with all the care I get. When I'm sick my mom feeds me warm tomato soup sometimes it's too hot but I still like it a lot. In my home I feel warm and safe like I have soo much to embrace. I feel grateful for my home rather then having no home or alone. When I'm at school I sometimes think about how nice it would be on a rainy day, it would be fantastic. Home is like a warm fuzzy blanket that could never be old. Home is as smooth as silk. When I imagine home it's like butterflies fluttering in the air. Sometimes when I think of home on a school day I think of on a school morning how the most annoying alarm in the world goes ring ring, Sometimes it shows up in my nightmares because it ruins my beautiful dreams. How would you describe your home.