I'm soft and fluffy for your head, I wait for you upon your bed. Rest on me and drift away, What am I at end of day?

You might not notice me until I'm on the edge of death Require energy to live, but no, I don't draw breath I have two sides, that push and pull, in ways that go unseen, And I might just be the reason why there's something on your screen

The Anglo-French dream. I was faster than fast. There weren't many of me. I'm now in the past.

Its yellow and it sometimes has holes in it.

I am a towering structure; I am a tiny footnote. I symbol divinity. I denote death. I could be found in a garden, or a museum, or a citation. What am I?