A Slumber Suspension

I decided the flat mattress was far too ordinary for a performer of my caliber, so I scouted the wooden nightstand for an upgraded berth. Spying a long gossamer silk scarf folded beside the lamp, I looped its gauzy ends firmly around the two brass drawer pulls, fashioning an undeniably brilliant aerial hammock. Tucking my microphone securely under one arm, I hoisted my hooves onto the sheer swing for a trial recline. Naturally, my weight coaxed the top drawer to glide smoothly outward on its polished tracks! The hammock dipped with a gentle swoop, depositing me neatly into a shallow compartment lined with plush velvet dividers. You wouldn't call that an accident when I've clearly secured a bespoke velvet sleeper berth, would you?