As I awake in my room, the smell of coffee and toasted bread fill my lungs
And I hear the pitter patter of paws walking along
As the day goes on you hear the beeping and buzzing of video games
And movies on replay
And the heat from the sun rays press against my face
From the window overlooking where my pets play
The words from voices young to old and the volume high to low
The foot steps you hear on the hard wood floors
And my dog barking at the wind
All of this and many more from the small green house at the end of the road
-sh