A Stack of Stiff Paper

I pushed off the edge of the coaster and dragged my weight toward a thick, glossy magazine lying across the low wooden table. Its cover bent slightly beneath my heavy grip, sliding across the lacquered grain. I dug both fists straight into the spine to lock it in place. Then, planting my knuckles on top of the stacked pages, I hoisted my whole body upward to test its density. It dipped and gave way with a soft rustle, but held firm under my pressure. A solid platform secured.