Silent stage for dreams to play, where weary wanderers lay. With springs that hum a lullaby, beneath a sky of linen and cotton clouds, I cradle you softly until the sun returns.

Change my middle to a D and ride a bike. Remove my last and fight for animal rights Pick me one by one and see who you like Spread a lot of me over the honeymoon suite for romantic nights

Some keep ice, an Igloo’s nice. A cold front brings this air to life. A pillow’s other side at night. Too hot to eat? Wait for this to bite.

Not to be confused With where one best keeps the wine Oftentimes, a book

I climb and I twine, My fruits are eaten raw or dry. The juice from them is called like I, with one letter... doubled. What am I? Do you know or are you puzzled?