To some i open to a loving warm family. To others i open a cold room of solitude. Some take a deep breath in front of me to gather their nerves, because once they stick their foot in, everything else follows.

Five to start, where you are now, Not specific, but it’s this place. Add a ment, and it’s all about How something’s carefully put. The last three are where you wipe your shoes, At the door, not the rug inside. Put them together and you’re ready to eat, Especially for kids, keeping food clean.

I’m thrown, I’m sold, I’m heard, And I’m steep What am I?

The thing you must type is within your view, in fact it is part of it

I am a piece of a giant, fallen and bare. I sleep like the dead, without worry or care. I can travel by water, or fuel a warm fire, Or just lay in the yard, fulfilling no desire.