My bed is so warm as comfy as can be. Makes me feel home, more then the sheet. I kick the sheet down and pull my cover over my knee. Stuck under my blanket as warm as can be. They say home is where the heart is , but not to me.
Home is where the bed is , that’s how it should be.
Home is where the bed is , that’s how it should be.
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