What home means to me

Home looks like my couch full of green and red fuzzy blankets on a cold winter night. Home sounds like my dog Otis barking at his rope when he is playing with it. It also sounds like the tv in the background while my mom cleans and I colour. Home smells like hot chocolate that smells like peppermint after I come inside from playing outside with my friends. Home tastes like a sweet rocket or orange popsicle after swimming in my pool in the summer. Home feels like my soft bed with a canopy. When I wake up it is either really messy or perfect. I feel warm under my blankets. Home is my happy place.