Closet Penthouse

You carelessly left the hallway linen closet cracked open, which I took as an official plea for my executive intervention. Your towel stack was an absolute geometric embarrassment! A fluffy peach waffle-weave bath towel was drooping sideways off the cedar slat, completely suffocating a pristine lavender stack beneath it. Barbaric. I planted both plush paws against that heavy waffle hem, dug my heels into the wood, and hoisted the entire fold backward until it stood in crisp, regal alignment. Then I shoved a solid rectangular cedar block against the base to lock my ramparts in place. Naturally, I have claimed the summit as my private high-rise penthouse. Don't dare pull one out.