Home

Home. The place smells like fresh cake that is coming out of the oven. My dog's nails tapped on the kitchen floor all the way to the door and back to the carpet. On Friday night my whole family in our living room watched a movie of our choice, me and my brother getting ready our tables to put food on them. On my comfy bed looking at my dog every time I walk into my room and walk out, when I go to sleep and when I get up in the morning. Going downstairs and eating breakfast. When we are setting up our Christmas tree with the ornaments shining from the sun filming onto them through the window. When my friends come over laughter roams all around the whole house and footsteps bang on the floor below us. Going to predators volleyball practice and then coming back into the nice warm shower and then getting out and eating a nice warm dinner. For me home is like a young puppy cuddling with his mother and getting ready for his first adventure.