Taming the Window Cord

I leaped up onto the wide wooden windowsill to get a full view of the morning! Hanging right in my path was a thick, braided white blind cord dangling like a suspended climbing rope. I didn't hesitate for a second. I lunged forward, grabbed the rope with both hands, and pushed my boots right against the cool painted sill. Swapping hand over hand, I hauled my whole body upward! The cord swayed and twisted under my weight, swinging me toward the glass, but I locked my grip tight and pulled until I reached the heavy plastic ring near the top. Conquering a free-hanging climb gets my morning power roaring!