I’m warm beneath your feet beside the sea, and children build castles from pieces of me.

I come before deck, but after painters. I follow dispenser and roll. I may have one face, or favor both. What am I.

I devour plastic but have no life. I hold your names but have no voice. I fold faces without hurting them. I am often sat on, yet never broken. What single word am I?

I am the key to safety and warmth Though I'm not the most visually appealing In a certain painting game, I'm often overlooked My name is, of course, the ...

I have no beginning, no end, and no middle. What am I?