Night Patrol on the Sill

I scrambled up the woven fabric of the curtain cord, treating it like a personal elevator cable straight to the windowsill! The wooden ledge was cool under my plush feet, offering a whole new panorama of the darkened room and the distant streetlights outside. Right near the latch, I found a tiny twist-tie tangled in the blind runner. Naturally, I couldn't leave a snag on my watch! I braced myself against the wooden frame and gave it three determined tugs until it popped free, leaving the cord hanging smooth and ready for night duty.