On 20 planes I may be, but only rest on one you see. I can help you or hurt you, depending on where I lay. Because I am not the kind you use everyday. What am I?
A 20 sided die
I sit between you and a star, but far below me is an empty space. I can be infinite or finite depending on how you look at me. What am I?
Lay me down, where you may, place upon me more than I weigh, when we are finished with one trip or two, Toss me away, our business is through.
I cannot hear or even see, but sense light and sounds there may be. Sometimes I end up on the hook, or even deep into a book.
What am I?
I may seem real but it always turns out I was never there in the first place… you only see me during a certain resting stage. What am I ??
