My Bed, Dog, and Food
As the winter school night came to an end, all I could think about was my home and my luxurious bed. as I hopped in my moms car and buckled my seatbelt for the short car ride home, I turned to the window to see the beautiful scenery of san diego. as I was approaching home all that was in my mind was getting out of the car and into the warm and comfy embrace of my bed. as soon as I got home, I rushed out of the car and through my front door right to my room and hopped into my bed and covered myself with my blanket and attempted slumber, for the next couple of hours. As i was awoken the lovely smell of a home cooked meal, I hopped out of bed and ran to the dinner table. As I sat down my mother served me a plate of the best steak quesadillas ive ever had. When I finished my food I was stuffed like a turkey. I started to walk back to my room when I was greeted by little mischievous chihuahua “Blizzard”. I kneeled over to pick him up and as I did he barked “im tired” I replied “me too”. I continued back to my room and plopped Blizzard on the bed covering both him and I in the bed, and drifting back in a relaxing slumber.
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