Tower of Silver

I popped out of the velvet sunglasses case and immediately spotted a scattered hoard of loose change gleaming across the oak nightstand. Naturally, every hero needs a skyscraper. Using the flat heel of my boot, I nudged three heavy quarters into a sturdy base, then used my knuckles to slide a brass nickel right on top. The real challenge was crowning the summit. I pinned a shiny dime against my chest, stepped onto a nearby pad of sticky notes for elevation, and eased the tiny silver disc onto the peak. It gave a microscopic wobble, clicked against the nickel, and held perfectly still. Not a bad piece of morning engineering!