WA#10 draft 1

I woke up this morning with a funny feeling in my mouth. It felt like my teeth were moldy. I remembered drinking a coke before bed, and I had a feeling that might have had something to do with it. But that could not be all there was to the story. I searched through my memories and found that I had not brushed my teeth the morning before either.

Suddenly it all became clear. My teeth were covered in plaque! I hopped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. A quick look in the mirror proved my theory correct, and I went about finding a solution to my plaque problem. My first thought was to swish Listerine, but as it turned out, that just tasted really bad. As I stared into my reflection, my resolve hardened and I vowed that my teeth would be free of plaque by the time I left the bathroom.

The plaque was tougher then it looked, so I decided to bust out a manual tooth brush and some fluoride toothpaste. With a master’s touch, I dampened the bristles and applied just the right amount of toothpaste so that none would be wasted but I could still reach maximum brushing potential.

I brushed for a solid two minutes, and then checked out how much damage had been done. To my relief, the extensive brushing had put the plaque in a weakened state. I jumped at the opportunity and grabbed my electric tooth brush and tarter control toothpaste and let those two do the talking. Finally, my mouth raw and gums bleeding, I released the power switch. The plaque was defeated and was retreating down the drain of the sink with my spit hot on it’s heals. My mouth felt fresh and invigorated. I spat out the blood, and killed the remaining plaque with some dental floss.

A great victory had been won. The sanitation of my mouth had been preserved, despite overwhelming odds. I replaced the toothbrushes and dried my face on the way out of the bathroom. I had upheld my promise to my teeth and had rid them of the plaque. What a perfect way to start the day.