Answer:
What loses its head in the morning but gets it back at night?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
I run up and down the stairs without moving
The person who makes it sells it. The person who buys it never uses it. The person who uses it never sees it. What is it?
I spend the day at the window go to the table for meals and hide at night.
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.