The Comfort of Home

The comfort of home. The cold breeze coming in when we open the door. My sister loud as a trombone The fridge stacked with treats making sure I'm never hungry, My soft bed fluffier than a cloud. The Friday game nights that make me feel warm and happy, Without a home I could not be, Just the thought of it makes me feel queasy This is why home is nice. Without it, I can't imagine life.