I can basically rhyme with orange. At least more than any other word.

I’m a circle in the city, a doorway to the deep. I hide beneath your footsteps where many secrets sleep. I’m lifted when there’s trouble, ignored when all is whole. What am I, guarding tunnels in a silent, watchful role?

Hospital Emergency Landing Invites People Avoiding Death

Soft at heart Wears a decorative coat every day Prefers to lounge on a couch Sit on it and think about the answer and you'll be on top

I used to be cabinet-sized before I became small, my waves tell a story to you all. You turn my knobs to find a voice, what am I, that brings you rejoice?