Home.

Home is a place where you feel protected and warm. You’re surrounded by family and friends, somewhere you think never ends. You see family and TV, some things you’d see. Seeing laughs and talking, mostly walking and watching a show set in Hawkins. You see cooking and food, Family Feud. You enter the kitchen, sit on the table if you’re able. I touch the walls of my house, family watching loud house. Your home is where you rest, somewhere you think is best. Tasting the food made by my dad, something I wish all people had. You look outside, admiring the trees. Take a walk, maybe talk, wish I had the eyes of a hawk. Look up in the sky, maybe a bird would come by. You walk back to your house, walking as quiet as a mouse. Open the door, go inside, admire nature out the window. My bedroom is where I sleep, falling asleep counting sheep. Wake up in the morning, go eat breakfast while my brother is at the dentist. Finish my food and hop on the couch, maybe slouch. I’m grateful for the food I have, something that a lot of people don’t have. If I move out of my home I’ll be sad, leaving all the memories I've had. Grab the remote and turn on the TV, watch some series. Shut the TV off and take a nap. Wake up and look outside the window, seeing snow fall on the ground. Step outside with my boots and jacket, go on the snow and make an angel. Write my name in the snow, Take a handful and start to blow. When I leave my house I would feel a sense of sadness, But It will still be a place in my heart. Home.