Real meaning… My home…

The door opens, here is my home! When I come. I first hear the sound of me closing the door. I touch the door handle. I feel safe when I close the door. I feel cozy and comfortable when I enter. When I come, I hear and feel the footsteps of my home. And I see my bench, it has a flower design on it. Over there I take my shoes off. Then I see the reflection of myself in the mirror, checking what I look like. Sometimes I feel excited like going to my friends house or going outside to a populated restaurant like Al Jazeera Supermarket. I go to the bathroom to wash my hands, I feel the warm water from the sink, I smell the bathroom soap, it smells like an air freshener. When I sit down, I take my school leftovers, they smell good (smells like a cozy room). And I smell the scent of a sofa, made out of leather, it smells like good leather. Sometimes, I get food named “Pulao”. It is a rice made by my mom, usually it is made good. Then I see the blue velvet sofa, I sit down over there, then I take the TV remote, turning on my youtube shorts on the TV. But I see the yellow velvet sofa. I want to look at its beauty, and yeah it's beautiful but if it was something other than yellow I would be more fine. Then I eat my food, it tastes good but it also tastes like home food. Sometimes I get biryani, and it tastes better than some outside food areas, like “ Desi King”. I taste chicken and rice.