My Home

My Home

As I awake to the sun blazing in through the window. Lying in the bed as if I’m lying in a garden of lavender flowers. I turn and Mr. Snuffles is lying next to me. Wanting to get out of bed but the covers is pulling me down. I finally get enough strength to get out of bed. The carpet of the floor is warm to my feet. As I walk into the bathroom with the sweet smell of french vanilla hitting my face as if I walked into heaven. The water running as I wash my face and brush my teeth. Feeling like I’m in the Bahamas with all the bright colors. Walking down the stairs as if stair is a cloud. The living room floor cold with the touch of my feet. On one side is the television; parallel to the television is the couch on the other side of the room. On the couch is three gray and green pillows that coordinate with the dark green couch cover. The shades let up letting the sun come in. The fire place has four or five pieces of wood in it. On the mantle is two mirrors with a glowing angel in the middle on the mirrors. In the kitchen you could smell the cherries all through the room. The black in white tile on the ground almost making my eyes hurt. The table was set with flowers in the center and place mats surrounding it. There are six chairs around the table with a red pillow for each chair. The stove is right next to the counter. The counter has a microwave and dish rack on it. on the other side of the room is the refrigerator with boxes of cereal, chips and bread on top of it. Close to the refrigerator is a door leading to the outside world.