The place where I live

The ants are there. You don’t always see them, but they’re there.

They know it the moment there is food. They form a long line to my door. Welcome, please come inside.

The place where I live is a beautiful place. The building is old and weathered-looking. Centipedes sleep on the wall.

The tree drops its pink flowers on the ground.

Q. Are you comfortable where you live? What is it like living there?
Q. Tell me about something you dreamed.