Home is a place where I feel comfy and loved

Home is a place where I feel comfy and loved, It’s a place where the microwave sounds like a grenade thrown in the German trenches. It’s like the smell of my coffee and the sink filled with the unwashed dishes. It’s the place where I see the door open and close. Home’s the kind of place where the smell of the food brings everybody downstairs in the kitchen outside of their room. My dad makes me butter chicken and gives me gulab jamun which tastes like a chef made it. Making some pleasant beverages and food for myself to drink and eat. In my bedroom you can smell the breeze of the flowers. The washed clothes I ‘d have to fold. Sipping my coffee while endlessly scrolling on my phone. The desk and chair were all filled with the clothes that just got washed. Don't you just hate it when you clean your closet but the next day your mom gives you more clothes and you don't want to put them away in your closet. I game on fortnite and rage whenever I lose, almost breaking my monitor while playing. The sunshine wakes me up through the closed window because of how strong the sun is. The basement where you can see all the clothes piled up in one corner, finding stuff that’s actually useful. Putting clothes in my washing machine. Putting the clothes in the dryer. Acting like I'm in the world cup but it's just me playing in my basement with my soccer ball. Kicking the soccer ball at my sister's head like a homing missile. She starts to tell our mom but I tell her it was an accident. So home is a place to feel comfortable and create as many memories as possible