Home

To me, home is the place where I feel free. The warm glowing sun that shines on me, in the crisp summer. The scratchy fabric on my trampoline. The air coming at my face as I jump high and fall low. In my cozy sweater laying on my small bed. The fuzzy blanket on my relaxed body as I drift off to sleep. As I look out my window, the night sky looking upon me. The glowing stars shining, the moonlight lighting up my bedroom. My cat purring on my thighs as I fall to sleep. Home is the place where my family is at almost all times. The wet grass poking my feet as I walk barefoot in the hot summer morning. The cool wind hitting my face as I walk into the sunlight. The trees swinging back and forth in the fast-blowing wind. The birds singing in the branches as I look up at the shining sun. I walk on the face of the Earth. It looks like a fairy tale. I love my home so much.