My Home

My home is a comfort home. It is my dream home. It has two floors and a basement. The walls are made of red brick, the roof is made of shingles. It is a beautiful home. I live with my parents and brothers. My room is on the upper floor, my bed is super comfy and bouncier than a trampoline. My walls are painted in the colour blue with a big spider man picture. I keep my room nice and clean. The train tracks are behind my house. I can hear the train passing, tooting his loud horn early in the morning. Sometimes the noise from the train wakes me up. In the night I sleep with the lights off, I can't see anything when I wake up in the morning usually around 4:50 am, but once it is around 6 am, I can see the light of dawn and the sun peeking through my window. There are some very nice people that live around my home. My next door neighbour, is an elderly lady with a heart full of love. Also, not far from my home, about three houses down the road is the home of my classmate. To me, home is a house where you live with people you love every day. I love my home very much, I am proud of it. In my home love is in the air.