When I am home, I am happy

When I am home, I am happy Home means coming home from a long cold walk and cozying up by the fire. Lying in your bed gazing up at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. Laughter and kindness is home. Home is a thought, a wonder, a feeling. Home is going outside, in the backyard jumping in the warm pool. Home is lovely, as sweet as honey, this place I call home is cool. when I am home, I am happy My couch is a big, soft, fluffy cloud, on a lovely sunset evening. My bedroom is like finding your home, when you are lost. Home is fun, a game, a toy, home should not be any cost. Home is reading a book on a rainy day. Home is a unicorn’s bright horn, guiding me to safety. Home is my place where I think and lay. Home is the beautiful scent of warm, toasty, yummy, apple pie. Home is feeling the warmth of the bath water, running down your legs. The fizzy dark purple bath bomb in the water makes me relax so much that I come into a force field of peace. Looking at the velvet flowers, smelling the pine sticks in the old, dusty Christmas bin is home. Home is sprinting down the stairs for a delicious feast. When I am home, I am happy