Invisible cloak that muffles all, yet screams with absence. A room's loudest companion when words take their leave.

I am a vehicle for Messages Wine Shampoo Juice And as long as I’m a hundred ml or less, you can bring me aboard.

I’m small and round in jacket green, With zesty wit and citrus sheen. I crash your drinks and steal the show, In tacos, pies - I make them glow. I pucker lips without a crime, A tiny clock that’s stuck on brine. Squeeze me once - your tongue will chime. What am I? A burst of time.

I am very comfortable to lay in but difficult to sit on. Stretch me between two trees on a nice day and have yourself a little nap.

In this world, I carry a load. Or rather, you carry me. Sometimes I have wheels. In fantasy worlds, I'm multi layered. Larger on the inside than outside. Sometimes I have legs.