WHAT I THINK OF MY HOME

What I think of home to me. What I think of my basement. My basement is as cold as an ice cube. My furnace is as loud as a volcanic eruption. My Xbox lights up like a light bulb. What I think of my Kitchen. My kitchen steams like smoke rising from a raging fire going into the sky. My pantry smells like a freshly baked sugar cookie. What I think of my living room. My TV is as black as the night sky when it is not on. My speakers are as loud as a waterfall crashing into the water. What I think of my pets. My dog is as soft as a cloud in the sky. My turtle is as fast as a flash. What I think of my Stairs. My stairs are as rough as a rock. What I think of my doors. My doors are as loud as a rock band when they close. Behind my doors, I hear the laughter in my sister’s room. Lastly, what I think of my bedroom. In my room, I hear my four lightsabers battling. My bed is as soft as a big, big marshmallow. So that is what I think of my home.