My Kind of Place

I was at home there
Amidst the comfortable clutter
Of books and things
And odd assorted furniture.
It was a place
Where I could sprawl out
On the floor
And feel at ease.
I could totally relax
Enjoying the warmth of the fire
And the spirit
Of the conversation.
There was no pretense there
Just simple chatter
About life and things
In the company of friends.
It was my kind of place.