I sit here quite contrary, rather out of the ordinary, with nothing to do except decipher a clue. What is this state I live in?

I'm slang for one's prison history or something your girlfriend takes and never gives back. Everyone uses me at one point, and I rest upon your back. I can be a light coat or even Full Metal, where Pyle is kinda wack.

I’m neither soft, warm, nor meant for a nap, yet cats often choose me over silk and a lap. I was bought for storage, but was swiftly repossessed, for I became a feline’s cardboard fortress.

This chair makes you lose your inhibitions and strips your restraint, making you reveals parts of you, you keep hidden from society. It calls for you and you cannot resist. Seeking it beyond your home when the urge is irresistible. Everyone must bend before it

The clock strikes fun, the prices fall, glasses clink, appetizers call. A golden window in the day’s long tower, where joy and cheer have all the power.