How my home feels to me

When I walk in, I smell a faint smell of meat cooking. I toss my bag and say hello. I don't show it, but I am so excited to see my parents. I grab a snack. I walk through my dining room. I smell dust. I hear my dog trailing behind me with her tail softly brushing the floor. I walk in the hall and look in the bathroom. I smell candles mixed with cat litter. I make my way up the stairs I hear creaking from my dog coming up the stairs. She is fast. When she was a puppy, she feared the stairs, but now she does them like champ. I walked past my playroom. It is a mess. I think I should clean it, but I do not. I hear the fan blowing “sh sh” and walk in my room, I smell my perfume and jump on my bed. It’s warm where my cat lays. I look in the mirror and fiddle with my hair. My room is warm, cozy, and safe. I am so grateful to live in a safe home. I sit on my swing. I hear it slowly creaking. My cat sits on my lap purring. I hear my dad calling me for supper. I LOVE MY HOME BY ABBY DICKISON