Home is a Comfy Bed

Home is like a comfy bed. Home is happiness and love. I go to bed all sleepy and tired. I crawl into bed with a yawn of tiredness, I snuggle under the covers and I close my eyes. I can smell the fresh air from my opened window. I can hear cars driving in the street. I use my tongue to lick my teeth, I taste leftover toothpaste. I open my eyes and see the glow of my closet light. I can feel the softness of my newly washed hair. I close my eyes again and drift off to sleep. I have dreams of love and family, I dream of a safe cozy building that shelters my family and I. (kind of like a big comfy bed) I wondered if something like that could exist. Then I realized that the way I look at my home matters. And if I want my home to be like that then I can look at it the way I need to.