Home

My home is what I can call my own. My pillow is as fluffy as a cloud but burning hot like the sun. My dad's strong words will keep roars like a dinosaur away. And my home will be safe for me to stay. The floors and roofs that keep me safe today may not be as they seem tomorrow. On a stormy night when lighting hits everything in a flash. I will turn on my light but get blinded by the ¨ sun¨. Decorations and painted walls will replace my tears with a smile when I´m sad. Every time I get hurt my parents will be their in a hurry And I can always call my home my own.