Home

I walk into home, I wonder and roam. But what is a home? To me a home is as precious as 5 tons of gold even if it's old. Family floats fondly around me, making me feel safe. Under the covers warm, woolen, and wonderous, is what you would feel in a cozy house. When I walk in my brown coated dog cuddles me and jumps waiting for some huge happy hugs. On a sad sad day when I feel gray I always feel better walking through the door knowing the people I love are around me to make me feel I can soar. Sad in solitude to happy happy me my home makes me happier than anyone could be. Sometimes when I walk home from school life feels so cruel. So I sneak into my house, as quiet as a mouse. But even then my family comes to greet me with a big bonding hug. I see my dinner on the table laid and I feel so lucky and loved. It's the end of the day, I no longer feel gray. I'm as comfy as a pillow underneath a willow. I think about how this is definitely a perfect home for me.