I have a back but no bones, straps but no shoes,I take on your burdens to lighten your views.I swallow your books and zip up my chest,I’m a constant companion on every long quest

I store your clothes or slow your pace, one word that fits in either case.

From a simple measuring tool, to a leader in charge of more than a few, this name lends itself to both of these; a kid's tool, and a crown's due.

More state of mind than physical place, this is where all troubles erase. Associated with the number nine, what is this surface, so fluffy and fine?

I'm your brain's canvas in your dreams, Where your eyes wander but cannot see, Sometimes painted outside too, And given added frill with sticky glue