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Odyssey Book 3 Prompt 2

The house is as worn as an old shoe, and as beautiful as a sunset. The faded red walls are as smooth as a baby’s cheek. The bright yellow trimming is as chipped as two-week-old nail polish. The heart of the house is the beaming fire. Giving warmth to the people and life to it’s surroundings, it‘s perfect on a chilly day. The tan leather couch is covered with a blanket so smooth I could hide under it for weeks. The couch itself is as comfortable as an old glove to a dedicated baseball player. The cherry wood staircase lined with faded novels, is slippery as I crawl to my room. Almost as old as the rest of the house, my room is my safety. My secrets are stored there in a foreign language known only to me and my furniture. This house reminds me of an old lady, withered and worn with touches of light all throughout, who is immensely loving. I don’t love this house just because I live here, I love this house because it’s a home.