It can't be seen, can't be felt,
can't be heard and can't be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
and empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
ends life and kills laughter.
What is it?
It's 7:00 am. You are asleep and there is a sudden knock on the door.
Behind the door are your parents, who came to have breakfast.
In your fridge: bread, pasteurised milk, juice, and a jar of jam.
What will you open first?