Soft as a whisper, snug as a hug, I cradle dreams under a nighttime rug. A fabric hug for a sleepy face, I bring rest in a cozy embrace.

In a sudden shower, I’m your friend, pop me open, and your troubles end

I may form, rip spacetime and bring chaos, but I’m also the name of a digital coin. What am I?

I eat what lumberjacks bring me, my silver-teethed mouth singing. Making slices is what I'm at. What am I, turning round to flat?

I bubble and giggle but don’t tell a joke, Pigeons take baths when I start to soak. People toss wishes right into my tummy, What am I called, all wet and so funny?