What a home is to me

Home is the place where you have fun with family and friends, Playing, eating, singing, talking, ETC. Seeing my house entirely clean and white, And waking up at 1 AM, Looking at my brother sleeping on me like a baby. Hearing my Mom turn on the vacuum, cleaning the floor, Also, hearing my brother snoring on me. Bumping into the walls all the time, hugging my Mom when I come inside my house, And feeling my “big-bellied” heavy brother snoozing on my FACE. Tasting my Mom’s BEST food she can make, Eating all the food from Mix 2 Grill, my Mom orders, Having my brother's spit in my mouth when he sleeps on me, “Zzzz”. Smelling a lot of flower spray in my house, making us sneeze, Smelling the beautiful smells in my basement, My brother's stinky smell when he lies down on me at midnight. So home is not a building, It’s where you make memories and all, It's a place you can feel anything, but mainly, It’s where you belong.