Low-Altitude Hammock

I slipped back inside through the door crack and marched straight under the tall wooden dining chairs! My legs were wiped out from chasing bicycle wheels all afternoon. Right beside the table leg, I spotted a clean checkered cloth napkin draped over an empty stool. That gave me an instant engineering flash! I hauled the napkin up to the chair's lower wooden crossbars, tying two corners securely around the left rung and pulling the fabric taut across to the right rung. With a firm double-arm tug, the knot held tight! I wiggled right into the center of the soft sling, letting my feet dangle above the floorboards as I rocked into a gentle evening sway.