Home

As I hear the birds chirping and singing melodiously, and the leaves on the branches swaying benevolently, I take a deep breath in, suddenly getting a whiff of buttery pancakes. My eyes shoot wide open, as I sprint off my bed, running downstairs to the kitchen, my hair a bird's nest, my breath so deadly, it could kill anyone within its proximity, but it does not bother me at all.

Standing beside the stove top, is my Casanova, in a black t-shirt, baggy pants, curly hair in a braid, spatula in one hand flipping pancakes meticulously. A smile as wide as the Pacific Ocean spreads across my pink dry cheeks, as I rush over towards her, embracing her from behind. She wraps her unoccupied hand around me, whispering, "Good morning, Darling." I blush at the tenderness in her voice and dig my face into her shoulders.

Instantaneously, a furry ball wraps its paws around my leg. I pull away, looking down towards this dazzling creature, as he lets out a meow, with his paws stretched upwards. I extend my arms as I raise him into my clutches. He responds by licking my face. I can not help but grin like Cheshire cat. The feelings of security, happiness and cosiness engulf me.

When I contemplate the meaning of home, I do not foresee a dwelling or a city, rather a loved one's presence and my beloved pet come to mind. The feelings associated with their surroundings enliven me.