Where can you finish a book without finishing a sentence?

I arrive when the school day ends, like a gift wrapped in dread, I take over your night while you’d rather be in bed. I multiply when ignored, like socks in the wash, and no, your dog didn’t eat me, don’t be that posh.

I come before sea, hook, and herring, But after see, code and go. And right in the middle of boom, but not if you’re having fun with this riddle!

I wait in jars or boxes tight, a golden round of pure pastry delight. You swore you’d have just one, then stop, but now the sleeve is at the top.

A yearly reminder of a past trauma. Some celebrate by assaulting a llama. Others get a call from their momma.