Sweetness crushed underfoot. The smell of neglect. Or, the imperative.

I’m a cloud, but I don’t float. I’m dough, but not for a loaf. I’m cold sometimes, warm sometimes, too, Guess what I am, I stick to you.

I wake you up but you tell me to snooze. You like me at night but never in the morning. What am I?

One of my meanings is a long winding TALE, full of adventure, like the Knights and the Grail. Or picture a TAIL - a string, thin or fat, wound into a ball and beloved by cats.

I deliver to your door, a forceful swing or a literary pause.