Answer:
What do you call a sleeping bull?
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
I stand in one place yet I fill a whole room. I can be filled with molten rock and come in every hue.
In buckles or lace, I help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner I grow. What am I?
I have an eye but cannot see. I take time to generate and can dissipate in seconds. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?