Chopstick Vault

I leaped straight from the cutting board toward the drying rack, aiming for the top rim! Right midway, a pair of smooth wooden chopsticks poked out from a wire cup like parallel tightropes. Reflexes sparked—I grabbed both wooden shafts with my plush hands to swing across! But the sticks clattered sideways against the chrome mesh, dipping under my squishy weight. Whew! I kicked my soft boots out, caught the edge of an upside-down ceramic bowl, and spun gracefully onto a dry cotton dish cloth below. Not a single wobble left, perimeter totally safe!