The Senses of Home

As I walk up my porch, I can already trace the welcoming scent that my home gives. I get to be free and be myself. I can hear and smell the luscious homemade meal sneaking right beneath my door. Finally getting the chance to change into my soft clothing. Feeling comfortable and relaxed, I decide to spend time with family. Turning on the fireplace, I grab my number one book. While reading word from word, I can still hear the fire clatter. As I finally put my book down, I walk to my room. I hopped right on to my comfy bed and cover myself into my silky blanket.