Every Floor of My Home

Every floor of my home is unique. In my basement the cold breeze runs while my brother plays with his dinosaur toys. My basement is like a mini-Jurassic park. In my main floor the temperature is in the middle just right. The middle floor is the cleanest, it’s where we all eat. The middle floor smells like fresh curry in the pot, still hot. In the living room you can hear my brother raging because he lost in street fighter. Now last but not least my top floor. The temperature on the top floor is as warm as a blanket. On the top floor you can hear the hot shower running. On the top floor you can see all the rooms. First, my parent’s room. In there you can see the table and the king-sized bed. Their room smells like perfume. Next, my room. In my room you can see my bed, my little brother’s bed, and my shelf filled with books. My room smells like new books. Lastly, in my sister’s room you can see her bed and her beautiful paintings. Her room smells like fresh paint. I am so grateful for my wonderful home.