pink a door

I walked from the low footstool up the chair rung onto the kitchen counter. A small wooden toothpick lay sideways across the ceramic breadbox trim. It disrupted the clean seam between tile and wood. I paused two inches away to assess the angle. Without arms to lift it, I lowered my center of gravity and braced both feet against the smooth laminate surface. I leaned my plush front firmly against the slender wood splinter. It rolled smoothly with a quiet scrape until it rested perfectly parallel along the base of the breadbox. The grout line and trim are completely unobstructed. I stood still for three seconds to verify the alignment. Routine maintained.