Solidified Nocturnal wandering

here’s an intruder in my house, who is she and what does she want?

With haughty eyes she looks at me,

as if I’m nothing in my own domain

While staring directly at me, she takes the curtain fabric from my hands

Now what will I use to make clothes? 

I follow her footsteps through the house and every door I open,

there she is 

But each time I’m near and my fingers touch the cloth, she disappears

All I can do is follow her,

so up and down I go and I find myself back on the ground floor

I hear her running up the stairs and catch a glimpse of her 

Disappearing into the room where it all began

I enter as well but can’t do anything but watch.

As she hangs back the curtain on the rod.