My Extraordinary Home

As I step into my lovely and welcoming home, I hear the sizzling sound of my mom cooking a delicious dinner for my family. I hear my dad talking to his nice and caring patients on his navy blue phone. I hear the loud, raging sound of music through a pair of humongous speakers. I hear my brother sprinting down the stairs laughing like he was just constantly chattering with one of his friends. I see the comfy couch just waiting for someone to sit on it. I see the crackling fireplace that plays a major role in keeping me warm and cozy as successful as a grey blanket. I see my cute little teddy bear laying down on my bed. I see the dinner table set up as someone from a fancy restaurant drove to give it an assessment on how clean and pleasant it is. I see a tiny package patiently waiting at the doorstep, waiting to be collected and opened. I feel the warmth of a fluffy blanket surrounding me like a hug. I touch my shiny silver notebook shimmering like a star in the moonlight. I read my favorite book while laying down on the fuzzy carpet. I play with my extraordinary Nintendo. I go to bed with my favorite soft, relaxing blankets making it like my mom was sleeping with me. I feel the warm and comforting breeze swiftly coming through the window. I feel grateful because I have a safe home even when I hear the devastating incidents on the news. I feel happy because I have a loving family that loves me more than anything in the world. This is what home means to me.