What is Hot? Bubbling lava trickling down the rocky surfaces of a volcano and my dads World Cup mug after he has made a coffee.
What is Cold? A snowman built fresh on a winters day by father and son before it melts and it becomes summer once again. My mums glare at me when she knows that I broke her oh so famous porcelain jug.
What is Hard?
The wall of my bedroom that I lean against every night and the grammar test questions that I don’t really practise.
What is Soft? My cats fur against my rough hands and my dads voice after a long day of work.