You are a cold pillow,

Satisfying the human on a warm day.

You are a bumper car at a fair,

Knocking into everyone,

Smiling its way through it.

You are a cat,

Spreading its sent everywhere, 

Making sure you own everything.

You are a child on holiday,

Crying because they dropped their ice cream,

Their parents trying to settle them.

You are a baby bird,

Breaking through its shell,

Cracking it slowly.

You are a pea,

Next to hundreds of other peas.

You are a penny,

Waiting in a cash register,

Hoping to be put in the warm hands of a human.

You are a Friday afternoon,

Making people happy so they can go back to their house for the weekend.

You are a rug,

Curling up on the wooden floor.

You are the sea,

Making waves,

Helping people surf and play,

Causing damage.

You are a chef,

Stirring up a stew,

Accidentally pushing it off the stove.

You are a boat,

Sailing the waves,

The water crashing on the side of the boat.

You are a child at school,

Frowning,

Watching the clock,

Waiting till they get to go home.