My Welcoming Home

I stand at a building about 3 stories high. I enter through a door with a content sigh. I take off my coat and put away my backpack. I feel a bit hungry so I make a snack. The warmth surrounds me and I sit there, Peacefully eating crackers. Even though my house is a small apartment, It is still a place for being with friends and family. At the end of the day I go to bed, My cares get washed away, And I smile sleepily.