You can't hear me, but sometimes I am loud and awkward.

Bringer of dreams and nightmares, healer of wounds and despairs. Benificial when you feel stressed, provider of a parent's rest.

When you press me text appears Even if you make a mistake you can fix it The letters are jumbled And yet you use this everyday

I welcome ships, a haven for rest. I hold what festers, ill-will manifest. I shelter from storm or trap feelings within. One word, different meanings, one safe and one grim.

What is soft and white, but not a pillow. Golden in fire, but not forged. Especially sweet, but not a lover.