Quite the dilemma, when you have to choose between me and a hard place. On a lighter note: stick googly eyes on me, and I'm a pet that barely takes space.

Kick me and it's all over... But I can be fulfilled..

I whisper secrets without a voice, fold into planes that touch the skies, yet crumple under a single fist.

I work at gyms and seaside too, I mop up messes made by you. Though I get soaked, I never complain, what am I used after bath or rain?

I crinkle, shine, and swish about when rainy clouds come drifting out. You wear me when the raindrops fall, what am I that shields it all?