I am round or square, I have little holes everywhere. Syrup sits on top of me, What could I be?

A bean popular for a type of cream but also many other things. As an adjective I am boring.

I guard your dreams in cotton walls, though dawn will make us part. What am I - your cozy armor, stitched close to skin and heart?

Wears a crown, but not a queen Has a paper bed, but doesn't sleep Can have a candle or sprinkles or be clean The first three used to sip, the last four are a treat.

On journeys, I tread the earth and sky, my soles whisper tales as I glide by. Laces tied, I hug your feet, a pair that makes each step complete.