A Home is Forever

Each morning, I wake up to the delicious, tasty smell of pancakes. I run like the wind downstairs so I can get the first bite of the ooey gooey pancakes. I wait in excitement while my little sister comes down the stairs, my mom gives me a stack of pancakes, I put the sweet, sticky syrup on my big stack of yellowy goodness, I also put the fluffy whip cream on the top of my pancakes. I munch down the stack of my pancakes in a second and gulp my whole cup of milk right after, I tell my mom thanks then go outside in my yard. I go straight to my little garden to check on my growing tomatoes, “they’re ripe!” I say in excitement. I pick the tomatoes and wash them; I taste the tomatoes in awe. I go back into the yard; I hear the birds chirping. I go to my cherry trees they smell like heaven. After being in my yard, I go to my piano inside. I open up, the cover, and dust goes up my noise, I start playing the joyful song it fills up my ears. When I finish, I go onto my comfortable, cozy, and restful couch and turn on the TV, my sister joins in excitement. When our episode is over its nighttime, I go upstairs into my room and sit on my bed in ease. I turn on the light of my dark red reading light on, I start reading until I fall asleep. I am asleep, a book on my face, I am under the blanket, my stuffy Mr. Piggy is under my arms, I feel the soft plush of him on my arms. I am relaxed. This is home.