Bedtime Story Riddles for Sweet Dreams

I twinkle through curtains with silver glow. Follow my shimmer to dreamland row. What am I?

I'm the tale you pick from a bedtime shelf. Turn my pages and lose yourself. What am I?

I'm the plush companion tucked under chin. Hug me tight till dreams begin. What am I?

I'm the sleepy song humming low. Rock in my rhythm and feel slumber grow. What am I?

I'm the clock that blinks in gentle blue. Set me for morning when the sky turns new. What am I?

I'm a castle built of sheets and cushions, soft and tall. Crawl inside and snuggle all. What am I?

I'm the friendly monster who guards the door. Whisper goodnight and hear me snore. What am I?

I'm a glass container glowing with tiny stars. Twist my lid to light the night. What am I?

I'm the warm mug with honey swirl. Sip me slowly, sleepy girl. What am I?

I'm the bedtime chart with stickers and cheer. Collect my moons for a restful year. What am I?

You can't catch me, yet you fall into me every night. Close your eyes and I'll arrive. What am I?

I'm a tiny thing you leave under your pillow when a wobbly tooth comes out, and a fairy swaps me for a coin. What am I?

I streak across the night sky in a flash, and you make a wish when you see me. What am I?

I'm ten wiggly little things at the bottom of your legs, and I get tucked in last. What am I?

What do you call a sleeping bull?

I am the princess in a castle waiting for a happy ending. Who am I?

I guard a treasure hoard in a picture book, with scales and fiery breath. Who am I?

I ride in shining armor to rescue someone in trouble. Who am I?

I'm waved by fairy godmothers and wizards and turn pumpkins into carriages. What am I?

I am the happily ever after at the end of the story. What am I?

I am the parent reading aloud with different voices for each character. Who am I?

I'm borrowed with a card and due back after three bedtime reads. What am I?

I glow on the dresser in the shape of a round, silver night-sky neighbor. What am I?

I'm pulled up to your chin and keep you warm all night. What am I?

I have more pictures than words and I'm easy for little ones to read. What am I?

Friends share stories in sleeping bags and stay up too late at me. What am I?

I end on a surprise so you'll want to read on tomorrow. What am I?

I'm fluffy with long ears, tucked under one arm. What am I?

Say my name and I disappear, and I fall over the room when the story begins. What am I?

I'm a soft peck planted on your forehead when the lights go out. What am I?