With dusty fingers I tell my tales, Of numbers, letters, ships, and whales. I’m full of scribbles, then suddenly bare, A little swipe sends them into the air! What am I?

Children lose sleep because of me. I'm hiding in every shadow, or so it seems. Shapeless I am, snatching at uncovered limbs to feed on the fright, and when I'm discovered, they scream with all their might. Parents are the antidote; sleeping between them is the only hope.

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I am worn by shoes but feel no pain, I stretch through sunshine and through rain. You follow me to reach your goal, But I have no mind and no soul. What am I?

Soft. Fluffy. Always there. I don’t talk back, but I hear all your secrets You’ve had me since you were little Can you guess who I am?