My Bean Bag Chair

I come home from school and throw myself on It. It’s my bean bag chair. I see the blue bear face smiling at me or the big warm cheeks it has. It looks like home. I feel the fluffiness all over my bean bag chair. It feels like I am the king of my house. It feels like home. I smell my clothes all over my bean bag chair. I also smell my house. It smells good. It smells like home. I taste chips and granola bars because I always have one of those as a snack on the chair. It tastes like home. I hear all of the small balls crunching when I sit down. I hear myself saying, “This feels great!” It sounds like home. It is my home. I love my home. Other people should at least get a home. Everyone needs a safe, warm, shelter, a place to sleep and a warm seat to feel like you rule.