Home

When I’m home there is a feeling of comfort when I walk through the door. My mom and dad are waiting for me. My dogs run to me, my sister sits at the table and my three extremely cute cats snoozing on comfy cozy blankets. Then I smell my grandmother's homemade soup cooking on the stove. I turn left and walk down the nice hallway, and I walk in my wonderful room. I look out my peaceful window and see two amazing-looking tractors outside. Then my father calls me out for dinner. I see my grandmother's delicious homemade soup on the table. As we eat, we tell stories and chat about are day. Then we sit and watch the Tampa Bay Lightning NHL game. When it’s time to go to bed, I say goodnight to my loving parents, my adorable cats and dogs and my sweet little sister. I walk down the hallway leading to my cozy, safe, comforting room. I see all my hockey posters on the walls. Then I lay down on my safe, fluffy bed and go to sleep. I like Home.