Frosty Wall

I scooted right toward a giant silver tumbler resting on the counter. It was covered in misty, icy beads! I pressed one stick hand flat against the slick metal—ooh, delightfully frosty! I leaned right in against the chill, patting the cold sweat on the steel until a big drop rolled down and splashed my foot. Hehe, what a breezy little resting spot!