Chiseled Rampart

Heat intrusion left soft droplets sweating along the door frame. Weakness. I leaned off my vanilla tub, dropped low onto the wire shelf, and faced the frost buildup along the rim. Planted both feet wide. Hooked the thick curved claw of my right hand into the slushy layer. Grunted deep. Dragged hard against the metal edge, gouging out the thawed slush before it could drip into my stronghold. Packed the damp shavings into a dense icy wedge against the door seal. Stamped it flat with my heel. Rumbled low in satisfaction. The boundary is frozen solid again.