Home Sweet Home

My home is cozy. It feels so nice and warm from the carpet. When I shut the front door, the breeze rushes in and I can hear the sound from my medals dangling. When I walk further into my warm home, I notice a tasty bowl of chicken noodle soup steaming on the table. When it goes down my throat, it makes me feel so warm. When I look down the hallway, I see the fireplace crackling. I skip to my room and slip into my snuggly bed. You may not always live in the house you do now, but you will always have a place to call home.