What Home Means to Me

When I come home from school I can see the red and orange bricks standing straight and strong. Then I enter my house I can feel the cool warm air hitting my face and I can smell the food from my black kitchen counter. Then I jump on my big reclining leather brown couch and I could see my black shining TV in front of me. I could see my light brown carpet in the bedroom. Then I go downstairs which is where my basement is. My basement is so cold that when you step on the tiles it feels like you are walking through the snow with no boots. Then when you go up up stairs where there is another bedroom with the same light brown carpet. So that is what home means to me a quiet cozy comfy place to stay.