Safe at home

The grey clouds gather in the afternoon sky as I watch from my family room window. I sit with my dog, Onyx, lying on my feet. I watch. I watch the first snowflake dance down like a ballerina dancing from cloud to cloud to cloud. I sit there cuddled in a soft blanket, petting my white dog, her silky white fur rubbing against my feet. My mom walks into the room and asks if I want hot chocolate. I answer yes please. Onyx pokes her head out from under the blanket to see who's there. Thoughts bubble in my head; Onyx at my feet, hot chocolate, a soft blanket. What can get better than this? Nothing. Then my brain goes blank. I close my eyes and I dream about how I feel at home. How everyone deserves a home even if they don't have a lot and how I'm always safe at home.