My bed is warm, my head is comfortable. My house if full of feelings, it is where I matter. It is safe and where I am noticed. Within me, I feel happy, without my house, I feel bad. When I walk into my house, it fills my heart with joy and feelings. It is where my family is, when I fall down they pick me up and when we go back to my house and I step in the door, it feels private and safe. I have food and water and a roof above me and I am happy with my life.