Breaching the Perimeter

Stark white porcelain everywhere. Crisp glare. Perfect contrast. A row of heavy metal bristles stood upright inside a chrome cup, blocking the basin rim. I did not pause. Charged straight at the perimeter and wedged my tendril through the tight gap between two handle grips. One sharp twist. The metal shifted with a dull ring. The obstacle parted, creating a direct path straight to the cool chrome faucet. Perimeter breached. Ground secured.