I have no weight of my own, yet I can make you heavy or light. I am never seen, yet I am meticulously counted day and night. I burn without smoke, spark, or flame, And every bite you swallow carries my name.

My first is a place to rest your butt or your head. My second keeps things safely shut instead. Together, I protect what's yours. What am I?

I drink without teeth, I feast without a bite, I hide in the shadows, out of sight. I swallow the waters from a rainy terrain, Or sap your energy like a vampire’s game. I take what flows and carry it away, From drops in a sink to the energy in your day.

Found in someone's eyes when they're mischievous, excited, clever or determined.

A blending of people, typically celebratory. Another version blends your carrots and celery.