My Home is a Pizza

My home to me is a pizza. The ever so hot yellow cheese is the perfection that binds my family together. My home is cozy. I like to wake up from my comfortable bed, my hard pillow and especially to the sweet smell of pancakes on my frying pan. My home is filled with action. When my brother stirs up the chocolate milk my whole house turns upside down. I am so happy to be under a roof over my head that protects me from the rain and the snow and the heat of the sun.