A Cozy Place

A cozy place. - Lyla Home and house are not the same. A house has a roof and four walls but a home is full of love, laughter , memories and hugs. Home to me is eating my Nan's homemade bread.well Im cozied up in her cozy quilt.when I smell my mom's perfume and my dad's cologne. I know that cozy cuddles are on their way. My tummy starts to grumble when my mom makes my favorite food spaghetti bake. The bread is yummy and tasty. I love that she makes different kinds of bread that has berries. My favorite is sweet bread with butter. When I eat this I know I am in a loving place. My nanny makes really cozy quilts.she is a quilt maker.Her quilts are so cozy that it feels like home. When I smell my mom's perfume and my dad's cologne I know that there are cozy cuddles on their way.my moms perfume smells like flowers which reminds me of love.my Dads cologne smells like a safe place because it reminds me of him. Mom's spaghetti is very yummy. She got the recipe from Google. It smells so good and the smell of alfredo sauce makes me want to gobble it up. I feel relaxed and poof in my mouth. In conclusion, home is a lovely place. If you have a tough day you can go there and feel better.