I store your clothes or slow your pace, one word that fits in either case.

Anther word for when you have a very flat bum bum. The word describes just one cheek though.

After this, some feel invigorated and full of life, while others - like me- feel like they need extra oxygen to survive.

I wear a thousand colors’ guise, a gemstone of firelight before your eyes. No flame am I, yet fire I keep, In autumn’s grasp, my secrets sleep.

I have four sisters named Quart, but I am much larger than them all. I contain eight brothers named Pint, yet I fit inside a single plastic jug. I am the weight of eight pounds of water, but I am defined by the space I fill, not the weight I carry. What am I?