Perpendicular Descent

I stepped onto the dark granite counter beside the coffee canister, where a glass French press stood with its steel plunger caught at an uneven slant. A crooked piston disrupts both function and form. Stepping up to the vessel's rim, I planted my boots firmly on the polished stone and gripped the circular metal knob with both hands. I squared my shoulders, locked my core, and applied slow, unwavering downward pressure. The fine steel mesh descended flush against the cylindrical walls, gliding smoothly without a millimeter of lateral tilt until it locked flush against the base. A flawless vertical stroke.

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