Read this excerpt from a girl from yamhill. in the morning i descended from the bedroom by sliding down the banister railing, which curved at the end to make a flat landing place just right for my bottom. at night i climbed the long flight of stairs alone, undressed in the dark because i could not reach the light, and went to bed. i was not afraid and did not know that other children were tucked in bed and kissed good night by parents not too tired to make an extra trip up a flight of stairs after a hard day’s work. based on this excerpt, how does the narrator feel about her home as a child? she feels it is dark and cramped. she feels it is warm and cozy. she feels it is safe and comfortable. she feels it is spacious and spooky.