I was always fond of riddles. I would read or listen closely if I ever came across one looking for the hidden hints in the riddle to find out the answer. My favorite were the ones that made you laugh because the answer was so simple and silly. Those riddles are normally the ones that would take me the longest to figure out. After finding out the ever so simple riddle I would also laugh at myself for not seeing how obvious it was.

So I thought maybe it would be cool to write one of my own. With a little twist. I thought it would be a very short paragraph but then it turned into a little something else. It's still some sort of a riddle, with a twist to it. In this case the answer is speaking to you, helping you with hints to figure it out what it is.

So here we go! If you figure it out, awesome! If you don't, don't feel bad. After all it's just for fun.

“Don’t touch me.” Don’t these people know what personal space is? Always being there for someone always has its disadvantages because they tend to forget that you too have personal space. I’m used to the attention, which isn’t bad at all, but sometimes, I need a break, and it’s time they lay off. I’m never moved from my place, always have the same scene day after day, unless the light in my eyes dim, whereas I can’t see anything, until I’m blinded later on. I can’t complain however, my place is my place and its very comforting.

From hand to hand, chest-to-chest, I can feel the beat of each and every one of them. The soft dips on my side, really gets irritating especially when they leave their trails behind on me. It’s not easy to keep all my stuff in place. Most times it’s uncontrollable and I really don’t see a point in keeping it straight. I’m not the only kind in this place, there are others like me, but I’m mostly the one who’s in someone’s hand, maybe it’s the way I feel.

I comfort people, I’m there when they are needed, there when they are scared and just need something to hold onto. I know all their secrets. I see all. I’m the real best friend. Something they always hold onto and taken over the years, may be passed on, but always knowing where I came from. If you want to cuddle, you made the right choice. My orbs shine from time to time. My blue substances get in the way. That is until it gets pushed back. Although I am very warm and great company, I do wish to not be so exposed. A little cover would be nice.

My hand gets held. I am taken everywhere. Been put through a lot, my colors change, but I always go back to myself and quite fresh to brag. But even then I always smell like something that gets picked, something fresh, yet delicious.

The small one refers to me with multiple things, at this point I don’t see a point in being called something constant, where it will change suddenly. I’m mostly with her, as for the middle one, is around, not as often, leaving me alone in my space, giving a chance for those paws and wet nose to rub on me, sometimes even applies its wet substance, fixing myself. I take sharp intakes from it now and then, but it bounces right off.

I have my own guard, which is why I’m so loved by many around. I often feel like it all revolves around me. I question as to what really is my place in this world. I can only see one place at a time, unless I am in the air and I am at another angle. This scruff at the end of myself does bother me when I am placed down. I wish it wasn’t there, but it helps bring me back to where I belong. In a home with different faces surrounding me. Love to give, and warmth to pass on.

Try and guess what it is.