You can touch me, but I can’t touch you back. You can see me, but I only reflect you and can never reject you. What am I?

How should you satisfy your sweet tooth when it’s way after bedtime?

I can be red or blue—I am always changing. I can ruin your day or lift you up. I am always with you except when you sleep. What am I?

I can travel at nearly 100 miles per hour, but never leave the room. You can cover me up, but that doesn’t slow me down. You will not know if I come only once or again and again and again. What am I?

I can be open or closed, or big or small. I can reveal the truth or hide it. I am almost always welcome and can spring up unannounced. Everyone has one, but not everyone shares. Laughter comes after me. What am I?

We come in a set. We can dash or pour. If we’re too much, the serving is ruined. If we’re held back, the course is flat. What are we?

I look like you, but I am not you. You can blow me up or find me in a wallet. Share me or frame me, both are nice. What am I?

You are always living in me. No matter how much time goes by I am still right there with you. What am I?

You can play me with cards, but don’t burn me. Rest glasses on me or walk across me. What am I?

I am round as a sphere but then become something else. I am also one hundred yards long, or even longer. What am I?

People have stepped on me, but not many. I never stay full for long. I have a dark side. What am I?

I have a head much smaller than my long neck. People who play with me pick at me and that’s fine. What am I?

I am always running, but never get tired or hot. What am I?