Home

My eyes groggily open as I lay in my fluffy bed sinking back into my mattress on a cold winter Saturday morning. Music plays as my mom bakes a fluffy chocolate cake with sweet chocolate covered strawberries. And my siblings watching tv sitting on my comfortable fluffy chair.Well my sister is singing in the washroom like a dying racoon and my cozy bed feeling like the soft feeling of a freshly baked cake. Home feels like my soft silk pajamas, if home has a smell it would smell like a freshly new book. Home is where I had my memories and shared stories with loved ones.