I am a cozy cocoon, a portable bed, I keep you warm when the stars overhead. Unzip me for rest, then roll me up tight.

You serve me, but the person you serve me to doesn’t eat me. What am I?

What do you drop when you need it, and pick up when you don’t?

I shave the stubble right off your face, with just a careful, steady pace.

A tale of two deserts vying for sand, One desert must fall when united they stand, One desert diminished, the other replete, When the world turns, this tale will repeat.