Nighttime Swing

Psst... the room got quiet and dark, so I went on a stealthy climb! I grabbed the hem of the long velvet curtain and walked my toes straight up the folds. It was a soft, silent rope up to the brass wall hook! From right here, nestled into the braided silk tieback, the whole room looks like a sleeping forest. I can see the clock ticking down below, and nobody noticed a thing.