What Home Is To Me

If my home was a sight, it would be my living room as spotless as a new window. With it’s dark grey couches, the clearest glass table and the 70-inch flat screen television. The beds would be a nice thing to touch. They’re all so comfortable and warm. The most squishable pillows resting your head. The softest blankets all warm and fuzzy, a feeling of a hug. Along with a cozy mattress that you will fall into after laying on it. Taste would be a delicious dinner of a roast chicken. Hot and fresh from the oven, served with some juice. With the perfect seasoning that makes me hungry. The sound of laughter and music fills the air. Talking and sensing overlapping like stacked pancakes. I would be able to smell the food being cooked in the oven, the plants next to the window and the lavender scented air freshener. The End