A liquid cloak for walls to wear, Brightens spaces with a flair, With every stroke, new stories bare, A coat of magic, rich and rare.

You sit on me when you can't decide. But don't you know the grass is always greener on the other side?

I think I’ve lost them. Glass orbs for play. Metamorphic rock.

I cover an object that rests your head. I’m usually found on top of your bed. I often come as part of a set. I’m a comfy place to nap for a pet.

I’m both a mess to be in, and a tangy snack to be eaten.