A Morning Curtain Call

Every grand performance requires a proper morning curtain-raiser! I marched across the glossy kitchen counter, where an imposing silver toaster stood like an unyielding brass monolith. The spring lever sat stubbornly raised in total silence. That simply would not do. Squaring my stance, I gripped the black plastic lever with both hands and brought my full weight down with theatrical finality! *Clack!* It locked into the depths with a deep mechanical rumble, and inside, faint orange filaments began to simmer with theatrical warmth. My morning cue has been sounded!