Trigger Down

I scaled the kitchen drawer handles and stood before a stainless-steel toaster blocking the counter corner. Its wide lever sat poised at the top, taunting me. I leaped onto the metal shelf, anchored my boots against the grooved handle, and dropped my full mass down. The heavy spring resisted for a fraction of a second, then snapped down into its lock with a solid mechanical thud. Deep amber heating coils blazed to life within the dark slots, casting an intense fiery grid across my boots. Energy captured. Position commanded.