Tower of Wood
A towering wall blocked my stride. Brown... heavy wood. I planted my boots firm against the desk. Braced both arms against its flank. Pushed! Gritted my teeth... a low roar in my chest. The heavy cylinder shuddered across the laminate, scraping stubborn and loud. Inside, thin wooden spears clattered together. It yielded. Shifted two finger-widths away. The path forward is forced open. Strong... but I am stronger.