My Family

As I walk into my house I can see pictures of my family along the walls. I see the big couch with all of the comfy pillows and blankets, and when I sit on it, it almost feels like a hug. When I think of home I can hear my old dog barking. I hear music and chattering from the kitchen, like a big party. I can smell my mom's homemade cookies cooking in the oven that taste almost like cookies and cream ice cream. I can smell my older sister's perfume in the air like the smell of summer. I can feel my little sister’s hugs, and it feels like happiness all around. I can feel my bed hugging me warm as my siblings sleep across from me. I taste Gatorade, what we always drink when we are all sick. Home is my family.