Harry hated staying at Privet Drive with the Dursleys; he was always yearning to go back to Hogwarts - his school and home - where he could be with his friends.
He hated the plainness of the Dursley family home. The walls were pale and wallpapered in a tasteless floral pattern that was picked out more for the sophistication that Petunia believed it gave than the actual appearance and appeal it held. The flooring was just as horrid in the carpet colour and Harry found himself missing stone flooring more than he'd ever imagined.
There was one blessing and slice of comfort that he was given in his bedroom. His bedsheets. Petunia had picked them out, seeing them as a boring colour and something worthy of giving to Harry. But she'd been wrong. And now, Harry goes to bed every night, surrounded by the maroon bedsheets that he has at Hogwarts.
And when he went to sleep, he could almost imagine the feel, sounds, touch and unfortunately the smell, of the Gryffindor Dormitory where he stayed.