Summit of the Cold Mountain

Waking up in a stainless steel sink is fine, but morning calls for vertical conquest! I scrambled out of the basin, vaulted onto the counter, and stared right up at the towering white refrigerator. A sheer metal cliff scraping the ceiling! Did I stick to the floor? Never! I grabbed the braided cotton cords of an apron hanging from a cabinet knob, dug my boots into the grooved door seal, and hauled myself upward hand over hand! With one final heave, I rolled over the dusty top ridge. Up here lies a glorious forgotten quarry: a magnetic plastic alphabet letter 'M' and an ancient dry cork! A grand new lookout tower claimed!