Home

Finally, here I am. This is my home, the place I adore and feel most comfortable. Once I walk in here, I can smell the delicious meal I can’t resist eating. My kitten welcomes me, and the couch is dragging me into it’s soft pillows and cushions. I read my favorite books, curled up with my kitten, purring in my lap. I smooth her fur, and I thought, ‘This is what I love, my home.’ As I read my book, I can hear my dad calling ‘dinners ready!’ Without any hesitation, I leaped off the couch and raced to the dinner table. The warm smell of appetizing meat, and rice fills the air. I closed my eyes and took a bite. Mmm, this is really good, it tastes like home, homemade food. During the summer I would eat dinner outside. As I sat in the refreshing air, with a little breeze on my face, it felt very delightful. Once I’m done, I usually work on my sketches. I love sketching, it makes me feel very peaceful. My mom teaches me how to draw more glamorous. Other than that, sometimes I would hop on the couch until I stumble and fall and twist my ankle. Ouch. Now do you wanna hear something creepy? The gloomy and mysterious basement. I only go down there when I have to or I just go down there for fun. As I step down the creaking stairway, I can hear the wind howling, calling my name. The basement is very dark. It looks like ink splattering across the whole room along with some spiders. Well, that is the horrifying part of my house…But other than that, this is my lovely vivid home, full of warmth and sympathy.