When I Think of Home

When I think of home, I can taste the delicious buttery popcorn my mom pops fresh as we sit down and watch a movie. When I think of home, I hear my dog sprinting up the stairs as fast as a rocket when someone lets him in. When I think of home, I see my brother squeezing our poor pet kitten, because I know he loves her very much and he would never try to hurt her on purpose. When I think of home, I feel the warm snug covers I pull over my tired body, and drift off to sleep. When I think of home, I smell my mom’s freshly baked chocolate chip cookies that she sets on the counter to cool off. I love my home, and all my family in it, and I wouldn't change a single thing about it.