A Weighted Line
Staying perched on the bookcase until noon would have made my knees stiff, so I climbed down to inspect the base of the heavy living room drapes. Ribbit. Sewn into the lower hem was a row of solid metal curtain weights, keeping the fabric hanging true against the floor draft. I knelt on the wooden boards and took the edge of the woven seam in both hands. Lifting it an inch tested the pull of gravity; the hidden disc dropped back down with a firm, muted tap the instant I let go. Honest tension in household seams is very practical.

