Jar Ring Sanctuary

Tumbling down from the kitchen sink ledge, I squeezed straight into the dark gap beneath the pantry cabinet door. Absolute night vault! Wedged among dust shadows sat a heavy, round tin canning jar ring, upside down with a ribbed screw edge. Irresistible metallic crater. I crawled inside belly-first and pulled an unused brown coffee filter over my head like a stiff paper parasol. Clack! I bit the cold zinc thread once to anchor myself, rested my chin on the metal curve, and let out a deadpan squeak. Complete bunker lockdown.