Answer:
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt my merest touch brings laughter.
I am a daily ritual involving using a metal tool on the body
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
Iām found in your socks, scarves, and mittens; and often in the paws of playful kittens. What am I?
If you're looking for something sweet I know what to do. But if you don't like heat I'm not for you.
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.