Home, a calm place

Whenever I come home I feel calm, as I roam through the hall to my room. When someone walks in I share leftover food. Whilst i sit with a book and maybe a ‘tude. My chair is where you will probably find me, or my bed just relaxing and smiling with glee. Perhaps I will talk to myself about life (and maybe preventing a sibling fight). The kitchen is where to find food and drink but there may be dishes in the sink. If you go to the left of the kitchen entrance you’ll find what mom calls her “nest” while small in size it’s large in spirit (I wont say something silly like “can't you hear it?”). I do not know what else to say home honestly is great hooray. I agree with the ones who say “Home is more than four walls and a roof” it’s true if it wasn't all emotion would poof THE END