I’m the small, slick shape shore seekers shuffle the sand specked souvenir speech stretchers struggle to say Silent in my spiral, yet sparking the sound everyone swears I should make What am I?

You won’t find me in a scan or chart, Yet I can stop a moving heart. I linger long after goodbye. What am I that never dies? It is something I'm going through right now..

I’m not alive, yet hold you tight, and keep you warm all through the night.

I am a word of six Remove the last half and I give hair to the bald. Replace the first letter with a G and I am a light, silly, or nervous laugh. All these letters being changed made me feel excited, just like your dog when they didn't see you all day...

Contrary to what my name suggests, I don't make nor receive calls, but I -DO- sit on your noggin.